Gaaaaaaaaaaah! And I was doing so well.
While I continued to maintain a few little blog entries in the notes on my phone and write notes in my little travel book I used to plan trips and write lists, I failed to maintain the blog itself. Time just seems to pass. Everyone says it and it's so generic, but I'm going to try get onto this before it becomes a faded memory like much of my trip to Asia in 2010/11.
What the hell was I doing on all those long bus trips?? Damn wifi on buses in scandinavia. Damn lack of sleep.
So I've been home for a little over a month now, about 5 weeks. My life can be best described as mediocre with really fun times in between. I'm so happy and I have an awesome life, but I just cannot compare it to the thrill of travel. I'm no longer a gun. No more checking into random countries and doing "When in Rome!" type of activities. I'm no longer a gun in that sense.
I once considered that perhaps I should follow a career that would lead me in the direction of travel, it seemed like the ultimate tool to happiness. A friend suggested that perhaps once travel became a career and not a hobby, I would lose the passion. I still weigh up this debate in my head. I see her point, but I feel like my passion for travel is on other levels than others. Maybe I just don't have enough friends with the same level of passion, so it just makes mine seem more overexaggerated. I like to know things, I like to know everything, and travelling just packs you with so much knowledge about the world. I was once likened to a "Libra Pad", as they come with little fun facts.
I need a blog. I have way too many thoughts and talk way too much (no exaggeration, I was recently diagnosed with vocal cord nodules).
So while I write this to the open world with no expectation that anyone will stumble upon this, I don't know where this is going but I hope it acts as a way for me to ramble and not drain the lives of my friends and family. Hopefully I will put as much effort into this as my studying, exercising and partying. I'm going to delve deep into my memory and write about what I've seen, where I've been, and how the partying was.