Anyway, I guess it's about time to write stuff down, explore some feelings, and move on.
Part of me is wondering why are we going on this trip. I dunno why I'm asking myself this question. It's surfaced in my brain a few times and I've managed to push it away (I'm good at that) but I think it's time to get real, be honest, and find an answer.
Really, I don't know why. I fell in love with traveling when I went to Spain for a summer when I was 16. I tried all sorts of different foods, saw bunches of different things, and met different types of people and really liked it. So, I guess those are some reasons why I'm for traveling around the world: new experiences.
Another good thing about this trip is that it'll shake up my life a bit. I am expecting to be pushed out of my comfort zone several times at least. I've gotten too comfortable with my little life and my routines and this trip will break down a few walls.
Part of me is afraid, too. We haven't planned every detail, which I know is a good thing. We'll be spending a long time in countries where we don't speak the language and where we'll be prey for low-lifes. However, I'm also hoping this trip will support my faith in the human race and that we'll encounter way more nice, helpful people than dangerous ones. Way, way more. I
Curiously, I'm not all that worried about getting sick or hurt.
***Edit***Oh, looks like there's tons of people out there giving out all sorts of reasons why we should travel. Check out this site for your own inspiration.
Isn't this what I said? Only they said it better, of course.
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