Should I start with a catchy lyric? Better not, it could be – TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE. OH! OH! TROUBLE TROUBLE
When I first booked the flight, a restricted round trip because I have to be back before my 3 week vacation ends, I was so numb to any sort of excitement. Worried, actually: is priceline really secure (I had already booked trips with them previously and it was fine lol)? Is this really cheap enough (meh)? Would the prices drop the next day after I bought this ticket (they did drop within a week by over $100!!!!)?? I was worried. As happens when making plans.
But it’s been about 3 weeks since and just over 4 weeks left until I leave for my South American backpacking adventure that I so cleverly dubbed Solo Trip Version 2.0, which will come with equally clever hand gestures. It will be my second one in 2 years. I actually left for South East Asia virtually the same date in 2013. Difference was, I booked that flight ticket just days before I left. So I’m having more time to soak in what may come in the next couple months. I don’t know if I actually like that.
But it does give me the ability to think. Not just about my upcoming trip, but what I can do with it. How it can affect my life, re: this blog. What do I need to do to make this thing spread? What sort of work do I need to put in to turn this barren theme into the fully coloured spectacle that it is in my head? Should I trust anyone? Should I trust you, with my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies? Those close to me know its no secret that I would love to stop my 9-5, and blog about the fantastical things that I think about doing, e.i. traveling, backpacking, being almost eaten by lions but surviving to have taken some incredible photos, etc. And without every letter I write forth, I can feel my fantasies being realized, and you reading this, become a part of it.
I don’t know how sustainable my efforts will be going forward, or when the next time I will even get to backpack after 2015(even numbers I type bring me closer to my dreams) but I was starting to feel silly by not starting a blog/website about the things that I want to do.
So – here I come, here I go, uh-oh don’t jump bitch: move! get out the way, get out the way!
“A man that views the world the same at 50 years old, as he did when he was 25, has just wasted 25 years of his life.”