Monday was the day I realized I will be able to afford taking a solo trip to Southeast Asia for a month in summer. Not just silly pretend planning, like “if I saved this much money each month I could theoretically take a trip”, but full holy shit, I could make this happen.
Tuesday is when I started doubting. I mean yes I could go on this amazing adventure but, in all honesty would I have the guts to actually purchase the plane ticket and commit to something? I mean, come on, I’ve spent so long fantasizing about this that it doesnt feel like I could actually be allowed to do it. I read about people who take these kind of trips and I’m jealous and envious, because it doesn’t happen to me.
Today, Wednesday, I decided that no matter how freaked out I am or am going to be I need to take this trip. I don’t want to be that person years from now saying I wished I had gone, when I had the chance. I feel the need to go now, before my eyes become too jaded to see the wonders in this ancient and beautiful place. How much longer do I have before time shades all those beautiful colors gray with disinterest?
I have been given a chance, and I fully intend to act upon it. I plan on making three stops on my adventure, but so far I’m only set on one place; Thailand. I plan on spending four weeks there, but the other two I want to spend in other countries. Some on my list are; Laos, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, Vietnam, or Malaysia. Ideas and tips are welcome!
Until I purchase my plan ticket nothing is set in stone, but I’m going. I am almost officially positive.
n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
I cannot count the number of times I have felt like this.
Life at college has been an adjustment. A huge adjustment. Not that there is too much bad in that adjustment but it definitely has been different. The hardest change would have to be living with another person who has no respect for my sleeping needs. The best would have to be joining the Rugby team and meeting all these crazy wacky girls.
Its hard to have finally found a place I feel like I fit in, but realize that I must move on next fall. My reasons for needing to move on are my own and they are basically set in stone, however leaving the people I’ve met and the friends I have come to love will probably be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But if they are really my friends, they will stay my friends no matter how far I go.
I havent posted anything lately mainly because I haven’t had the time. But I find myself trying to sleep and not being able to.
The reason is the kind of thing I’ve heard and read about happening in college but haven’t experienced yet until now, and I need to tell someone, anyone, everyone. The walls between my dorm room and the dorm room next to me are incredibly thin and I can hear everything happening over there. Usually its just annoying chatter, but tonight there awkward noises coming from the room and the all the sudden… BAM! They’re fucking. Like full on fucking complete with all the noises I expect to hear in a porno not while im trying to sleep. So…ummm….awkward.