Where to go?
I really want to get going. I've started making plans with my bestest chums to travel when exams are over. So far we have Ibiza (because it's cheap, and aparently quite nice!), Leeds Festival, and I am still yearning and pushing for Prague. Oh how I want to be in that city...
I really want to start travelling again, I haven't been away for so long I can barely remember. I love going away; new sights, new smells, new languages, new culutre; it just gets me so excited!
I love planes, and airports, and crappy aeroplane food, and not being able to sleep for the entire flight. I miss the feeling of travelling, the difference in climate, and stepping out of the building under a completely different Sun.
The feeling of change and difference, and how you are just so instantly refreshed and excited; even after a ridiculously long and sticky flight next to a snoring man. I miss going somewhere strange where I feel refreshed and NEW, and light because I have left all of my troubles behind, and I'm more than ready to create myself a whole bunch of new ones!
Visiting somewhere where I feel time and even life has just stopped, and you are in another time-zone; out in the middle of nowhere, but it's the middle of somewhere to someone else!
Travel has this amazing affect that makes me want to figure out who I am, and who the people around me are, and why and how and when and where! It's all you think of, and the life before that you had back home is just a distant memory, an experience, not your real life... because now you're into something new and incredibly real, and you feel like you could never be more awake, more aware, more alive than you are right there!
And even though you have to return to your old life, and your issues, you're always a little tainted by where you've been; slightly different for having experienced something new. And when you get home, you want to travel again, you have an itch for it, like after you've finished your second cup of coffee you have this tingling itch in the back of your mind to make another.
And then in the end you just go back to the way it was, planning to go away next summer, or next winter, or maybe the next time you've saved up your holidays and can get away...
Each time I come back from somewhere, I always promise myself that I will not lose the feeling I had when I was away exploring a new place... but it's hard, because you come home, and you have all of your old friends and family, job and school, the same apartment and transport system each day, the same food... and you fall back into your old routine....
One day, I'll leave, and I won't come back... one day...
I want to travel on my own. A lot of people's response to this is that it's dangerous. I guess they're right, but I can't find anyone that would be willing to go with me. I mean, I want to go to places on a whim, I don't want to plan my journey, and work out exactly what time I will be in Sri Lanka and which flights I will be catching on which days. That isn't excitement; to me that's being anal.
Lol!
C
xx
I really want to start travelling again, I haven't been away for so long I can barely remember. I love going away; new sights, new smells, new languages, new culutre; it just gets me so excited!
I love planes, and airports, and crappy aeroplane food, and not being able to sleep for the entire flight. I miss the feeling of travelling, the difference in climate, and stepping out of the building under a completely different Sun.
The feeling of change and difference, and how you are just so instantly refreshed and excited; even after a ridiculously long and sticky flight next to a snoring man. I miss going somewhere strange where I feel refreshed and NEW, and light because I have left all of my troubles behind, and I'm more than ready to create myself a whole bunch of new ones!
Visiting somewhere where I feel time and even life has just stopped, and you are in another time-zone; out in the middle of nowhere, but it's the middle of somewhere to someone else!
Travel has this amazing affect that makes me want to figure out who I am, and who the people around me are, and why and how and when and where! It's all you think of, and the life before that you had back home is just a distant memory, an experience, not your real life... because now you're into something new and incredibly real, and you feel like you could never be more awake, more aware, more alive than you are right there!
And even though you have to return to your old life, and your issues, you're always a little tainted by where you've been; slightly different for having experienced something new. And when you get home, you want to travel again, you have an itch for it, like after you've finished your second cup of coffee you have this tingling itch in the back of your mind to make another.
And then in the end you just go back to the way it was, planning to go away next summer, or next winter, or maybe the next time you've saved up your holidays and can get away...
Each time I come back from somewhere, I always promise myself that I will not lose the feeling I had when I was away exploring a new place... but it's hard, because you come home, and you have all of your old friends and family, job and school, the same apartment and transport system each day, the same food... and you fall back into your old routine....
One day, I'll leave, and I won't come back... one day...
I want to travel on my own. A lot of people's response to this is that it's dangerous. I guess they're right, but I can't find anyone that would be willing to go with me. I mean, I want to go to places on a whim, I don't want to plan my journey, and work out exactly what time I will be in Sri Lanka and which flights I will be catching on which days. That isn't excitement; to me that's being anal.
Lol!
C
xx