So I skipped class to catch up on homework and instead ended up watching the Real Housewives of NJ reunion and alternately laughing and crying while eating chocolate. I feel like I’m becoming a stereotype.
And then–what happens every single time I sit down to do something else–I clicked on a travel link. That led me to a blog, which led me to more links, then I was researching round-the-world trip budgets.
I am obsessed. All of my school notebooks from the past 2 years have itineraries and budget lists in the margins. I have scraps of paper all over the place filled with tips, airline deals, towns, hostels, and tours. Last spring, I was working on 3 different itineraries–the second Europe trip I was about to take, the South America trip I would take in 2013, and a Southeast Asia trip that I probably wouldn’t do for another few years.
I dug through a few journals last night (hence the last entry) and found this:
“My life is not bad, it’s just not where I want it to be. I’m not doing anything I love. So many obstacles. I have choices but they don’t feel like them.”
This was two months before I started planning my first backpacking trip. I had never done a trip like that before and at that point it didn’t even feel like a choice, an option, because I couldn’t imagine going on my own and I didn’t think I could save the money.
Then I did. I hate to sound all preachy but it helped to fill a void. I had just come out of a serious relationship when I wrote that entry, and one reason we had issues was because I was way too dependent on him. I didn’t have many hobbies or passions–there was just him, really.
Then I started traveling, and I replaced one love with another.
But I can’t travel all the time. It’s not financially feasible and I miss home too much when I’m away. I can’t leave for the next trip for at least another year though (have to graduate at some point) so I need to do something that will make me a little happier while I’m here.
I’m still figuring out what exactly that will be. In the meantime, there’s Hulu.