i’ll go.

I haven’t been anywhere in almost a year. Its driving me crazy!

I used to travel all the time. All over the world. Now I pretty much stay where I live. Which isn’t bad but I miss the world. So I want to start traveling outside of my city more.

Anywhere!

Went travelling again and I remember why it is so beautiful, why life it so beautiful.

One surrounds oneself with with many things but in simplicity we can discover the most amazing things are with us just when we are listening, watching carefully…

It was my obession and then my life for 5 years. It’s all well and good to unpack my bags and have a nest, but I miss the flux of being on the road. I don’t feel quite myself without a map and a destination ahead of me.

I can’t wait I am going back to my favorite place on the globe in April been their twice. Won’t say where it is, less outlanders the better and it is dangerous. Excellent.

europe in may and june 2007. london first for a few days, then gdansk, then wherever we want to go!

yippie!

i am SO excited already!

but somewhere between now and a load of priorities that now seem to b of little relevance, i lost my lust for geographical xploration.

lust, i say, yes, not ‘interest in’, as my travelling used to feel like a compulsion. it was the sort of urgent craving shrieking with red-hot intensity like lola’s voice^{from run lola run}.

then i thought i needed to do and have certain things, u know, things associated with cycles of life. and the lust withered slowly, neglected, battered, always put on the back burner.

perhaps i’m feeling sentimental today, or perhaps it’s those lucky lucky individuals trekking the blue-n-green globe who have inspired these thoughts in me… dunno.

but i remember one moment, last week, on my way to my shrink’s office. the day smiled upon the concrete desert decorated with green sprouts of shrubbery and trees… and i’d recount my previous 2 or 3 weeks in search of what it was that i wanted to discuss in the session i was headed towards.

and then, i had a mental flash, an uncalled for and unexpected eureka moment, a disturbance in an otherwise well-organized and well-heeled life.

what if i just dropped everything and went travelling?

a mere half an hour later my therapist blew that idea off with the faintest of disapproving smiles.
but the memory of the eureka moment remained with me, and i’ve since been thinking about going here and there sometime soonish.