I couldn’t say that I’m a hardcore traveller but two months after my 5-month hibernating stint, I suddenly had the weirdest thoughts (not the green ones, k? lol). All of a sudden, I got anxious. I was about to go on a trip, my first official solo trip after the backpacking thingy, in 12 hours and my mind wandered to hesitation land. Suddenly, I got afraid to push through with it.
I didn’t even understand why my mind were asking questions like…
Do I still know how to travel?
I know, I know. Those questions were silly. Even the thought of thinking those were silly. But I really asked myself if I can still do this.
How can one forget to travel when it’s supposed to be one of the driving forces that keeps me going?
I guess I really overstayed too much in our house that I developed the habit of being dependent again – dependent to a comfortable life. I’m not complaining but I should know better.
Once a traveller, always a traveller.
Travelling has always been my vitamins.
I’m at my lowest if I don’t travel.
And just as the plane landed at my destination, and when I saw my first red sky, I know I won’t miss packing a toothpaste again. I know I’ll start getting better…