Travel Bug
Some people are afraid to fly
Some are afraid to travel too far from home
I get it, I totally understand the reasoning of these people.
I was born in Singapore, moved to Malaysia when I was 4, travelled to 25+ countries by the age of 18, moved to LA on my own after graduating, and then took my uneducated ass to Oregon on a limb that the rain would be “not that bad”.
It’s pretty bad.
Fortunately, at the age of 20, i’d say i’m well travelled and have seen a lot of this world.
In my own opinion, i’d say that travelling takes a lot of courage, curiosity, and optimism.
Courage, to be open to different cultures, people, and cities but not shy away from that “outlier” feeling.
Curiosity, to be able to dive into these different lifestyles and learn what it means to be apart of that country.
And most of all, Optimism. Because travelling has its fall backs. It may seem all lovely and great. But not when ur stuck alone in Santorini (one of the Greek Islands) waiting for your flight back to Athens that should of left 4 hours ago.
I didn’t speak the language, I had no one to call, and most of all, I was all alone.
Horrific, but I made it through. And loved that trip.
My eyes have grown wider and my mind, broader.
I have seen a taste of the world, taking huge trips every year.
2014, the land down under.
2015, Europe.
2016, Canada.
I am so fortunate to be able to do this, and I want to take this time to really urge anyone who has any bit of fortune to travel, to take that opportunity.
And if you have someone you’d love to travel with, bring them too.
Because nothing has taught me more about people, life, love, and the pursuit of happiness in this crazy world like traveling.
Do it for yourself, be brave and see what’s out there.
As of right now, i’m currently sitting in a big ass plane, with these japanese stewards telling me it’s gonna be two 14 hour flights till I get to my destination.
“I’ll buy 6 joints please.”
I wish. Maybe that’s a good business to start? Bruh. Imagine all these high mans, getting off the plane not knowing what’s good.
Immigration is already too long as it is.
Anyway, I’m not looking forward to this journey. But the destination is what I’m excited for.
Weeks of surfing in Bali. Let’s. Fucking. Get. It.
So as I watch this plane take off, and let that familiar lonely feeling that I usually get when I travel sink in, I start to look off at all the ant-like people.
And In that moment, I smile.
28 Hours of travelling? Shitty ass plane seats? Completely alone?
Good to be back.
