When we travel the world with just our determination and credit card, you start to have this little clarity that almost leaves you feeling a little.. empty. And I’m not just talking about the bank account! That baby can be replenished, it’s you that starts to empty a little.
The thing about blogging is that it makes you pretty nostalgic, even when a trip doesn’t pan out how you thought like my trip to China hadn’t, you still look back with a fondness and remember all the fun you had. When I’m blogging I’m constantly writing about past travel experiences so I can share them with you. I mean you are literally who I’m writing for, I mean I write because it makes me happy but at the end of the day this is for you.
When you write for a living it can start to be hard looking back. Sometimes I swear I’m able to feel the weather of the places I’ve been on my skin and being able to smell the leaves and the oceans.
Every time I look back I can’t help but get all mushy and be thankful I found the courage to hop on that plane 2 years ago. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have had half the memories I do now, and I defiantly wouldn’t have had the courage to start this blog. Looking back at over these past years I still can’t believe I’ve travelled to over 20 countries, some of them four times! Those were some of the best days of my life. I can remember it all with such clarity but yet it’s also fuzzy, like if I try to hard to look back I won’t be able to see it clearly. Kind of like those dreams you get and you know there’s people around you but you can’t see their faces.
Before taking photos at Shibuya crossing Aaron and I were laughing as we were sprinting to the middle so we could take some photos before the lights went green. I think we tried five times, laughing at ourselves in the rain.
I can remember the feeling I got in our tiny hotel room in Tokyo as we had to wake up at 3am to catch our flight to Bangkok. How groggy and sleepy we were but then immediately sprung awake with excitement. “Off to another adventure!” And I can remember how our hearts sank as we realized that our flight to Phuket from Bangkok was actually leaving in 2 minutes instead of two hours so we had to spring through the airport and be “those people“. I also remember Aaron’s unenthused look when I constantly asked if he could carry my duffle bag.
From elephants in Thailand, to surfing in Australia, to going up the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and eating the best nachos of my life in Prague. Having an Easter dinner cruise in Budapest, to going inside the Roman Colosseum before a dramatic time in Bucharest.. my heart was in all of it. In one way or another the memories comes flooding back and I’m left here dreaming of another time and another memory.
I’ve left my heart in so many places..
When you look back it’s hard to remember that yes, those are some of the best days of your life, but yet, some of the best days of your life are still ahead of you.
Memories cloud perspective and I find myself in never ending nostalgia of what once was, forgetting that I still have lots of memories to make and stories to share.
The amazing thing about our time is that nothing is unattainable. Nothing is out of reach as long as we are willing to work and fight for it. We have the ability to mould are lives in order to shape the future we see for ourselves.
When I was little and still playing fairies I had no idea I would visit so many cities and countries around the world making me understand home is where the heart is. And I have left my heart in so many, beautiful, wonderful, magical places..
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