It's been soooooo long. I'm exhausted with America. I'm exhausted with materialism. I'm exhausted with commercialism. I'm exhausted with policies, rules, skinny jeans and politics. I'm exhausted with the bullshit that is a first world country.
I underestimated how much traveling is a part of me. Maybe it's not even traveling; maybe it's just change. It's hard to be in one place for so long. There are two types of people in this world: travelers & tourists. It is fundamentally impossible for me to be the latter. Tourists have the luxury of calling one place home. I'm not sure travelers can say the same.
But I just need to wait. Myanmar in December. It was one of the few countries I couldn't visit when I was living in Thailand; no border crossings allowed. But I'm on my way! I have NO IDEA what I am going to do there. But without traveling, I feel myself slowly losing a sense of self. I haven't been abroad, properly, since Costa. First world countries don't count.
You might ask: what is it about traveling I love so much? Ever wonder: why do people need a green light to go? Why do I need to pay my rent? What would happen if I didn't? What if we lived outside the lines we drew so long ago? Would the world stop turning? Or, would we see that 24 hours can be used for...anything.
There are no rules with traveling. The only rule is to make your own rules; something I've always done well :). But making your own rules means you don't really 'fit' the ones everyone else abide by. But generally speaking, I fit the constraints of a tourist life (good job, good friends, good apartment). But I'll never really fit. A nuanced life.
I cannot wait to scratch this traveling itch. I can't stop staring out windows (ironically, Windows 8 released today!). I'm sorry if this was a depressing post. I honestly didn't intend for it to be :). I could not ask for a better life. I have everything I've ever wanted. But to be frank: This must be what a wild animal feels when it's caged in a zoo. Restless...but on the bright side, it's a really pretty zoo.
And of course, I'll leave you with some never ending pictures of Nepal...
Priya
I underestimated how much traveling is a part of me. Maybe it's not even traveling; maybe it's just change. It's hard to be in one place for so long. There are two types of people in this world: travelers & tourists. It is fundamentally impossible for me to be the latter. Tourists have the luxury of calling one place home. I'm not sure travelers can say the same.
But I just need to wait. Myanmar in December. It was one of the few countries I couldn't visit when I was living in Thailand; no border crossings allowed. But I'm on my way! I have NO IDEA what I am going to do there. But without traveling, I feel myself slowly losing a sense of self. I haven't been abroad, properly, since Costa. First world countries don't count.
You might ask: what is it about traveling I love so much? Ever wonder: why do people need a green light to go? Why do I need to pay my rent? What would happen if I didn't? What if we lived outside the lines we drew so long ago? Would the world stop turning? Or, would we see that 24 hours can be used for...anything.
There are no rules with traveling. The only rule is to make your own rules; something I've always done well :). But making your own rules means you don't really 'fit' the ones everyone else abide by. But generally speaking, I fit the constraints of a tourist life (good job, good friends, good apartment). But I'll never really fit. A nuanced life.
I cannot wait to scratch this traveling itch. I can't stop staring out windows (ironically, Windows 8 released today!). I'm sorry if this was a depressing post. I honestly didn't intend for it to be :). I could not ask for a better life. I have everything I've ever wanted. But to be frank: This must be what a wild animal feels when it's caged in a zoo. Restless...but on the bright side, it's a really pretty zoo.
And of course, I'll leave you with some never ending pictures of Nepal...
Yes, there is a wild animal on the top of that hill! And yes, that's a hill...
Excellent craftsmanship.
Nepalis LOVE posing for photos...especially since there were only 7 travelers on the trail.
I was so tired. I actually remember sitting down here...Kish was out of water, so I gave him the rest of mine :).
Seriously, what if this was in your back yard?
Greedy.
Katmandhu. Diwali's coming up!!
Priya
