Where's Kiva?

This is my fifth or sixth attempt at writing this out. That's mostly a lie, though. I've definitely fumed about this in my brain, but this is my first attempt at actually typing it (because writing is so pre-tech, right?). I've definitely written in my journal about this, but mostly in as few frustrated words as possible, and really only touching on my feelings about it rather than the actual logistics. What I'm talking about is the Catch 22 of employment that I'm facing these days. Maybe someone else will connect to this, probably a recent graduate. Most of my friends have done well, gotten their entry level marketing or PR or business jobs. I haven't fared as well. Maybe it's because I have a Bachelor's in Hispanic Studies, obscure and seemingly helpful for the real world, but truly useless in terms of "Qualifications" as listed on every job post. Maybe it's because I'm looking in the wrong places. Maybe it's because I'm in ...

The last time I was on here, I bid to myself to write more. Not only for my own benefit of practicing writing, sharing my thoughts, becoming a better storyteller, but to also share my personal experience with others, to share my gifts from the globe, minuscule to mind-blowing (getting a little presumptuous here). I let a month go by, and looking back on it, I know for a fact I could've done better. Should have done better. I need to work more on this, and also work on using my YMCA membership. I love this work-life balance I'm getting going here. Clearly I'm good at it. Which reminds me, I forgot to share where I live now. After my recent escapade in Bahrain, which was after working at summer camp in Bemidji, I'm currently playing house in Marco Island, Florida and working at the Naples Botanical Garden. A new step in a relatively similar direction to my original projection of adulthood. I'd say I'm chugging along. Marco Island is an unique location. The i...