Category Archives: Travel

I have a big bad dream of traveling the world. There’s so much more to life by seeing the world, not just by being in it. I know it’s a lofty goal to chase adventure so faraway, but I don’t care. For now, I’ll gladly be an armchair traveler but sooner or later, I’ll be out there.

for my co wanderlusters out there

Why Travel

Because when you leave behind the familiar, you can’t help but be changed by the foreign.
Because comfort zones become constricting zones over time.
Because the world was meant to be experienced, not imagined.
Because you’ll meet people who are different than you. (Are we all the same? Not really, but that’s OK.)
Because it will frustrate and annoy you at times, and you’ll be better because of it.
Because you are afraid, and it’s always good to make peace with your fears.

Where to?

That’s up to you — it’s a big world out there. The choice of destinations is far less important than the choice to depart.
When you return you’ll look back on your journey and think, Did that really happen? Was I really in the land of _____?
And then you’ll go through reentry and reverse culture shock, and then you’ll face a choice.

Option 1: to reminisce, to think about those days when you were brave, and that time when dreaming was something you did wide awake.
Option 2: to take another look at the map, and start planning the next adventure.

Which will it be?


Note to Self: This article doesn’t exactly help with the “responsible dilemma” of staying home and earning that income but it definitely helps with the long term motivation.  Work your ass of now, save up for your dreams, then set the world on fire.  Just promise never ever to loose track of your dreams.


vacation disbelief

I took a bit of time to slack off and look through my old pictures.   I looked at my trips to Hawaii, Belize, Vegas, NYC, DC, Chicago, Mexico, SE Asia, India, Japan etc and think “how the heck did that happen?” Of course they didn’t happen in succession, but still, just the fact that they happened seems surreal.

It’s just that I’ve been so drowned in work, bills and survival lately that the thought of a trip like that feels like a big bad dream. It’s like I’ve been swallowed up by this heavy stage of being responsible.  Like a sudden maturity that forced me to put aside my adventurous “c’est la vie” spark.  I mean, duh, of course if I could I would but that could also be running away from real life. What about my loans?  Or career growth? Or saving up for my future family or retirement?

I mean…..ok, I’m actually not sure where I’m going with this.  Perhaps to say that I sure could use a vacation super soon.   Not just a short weekend trip, but one that entails exploring the unfamiliar.  I really hope it happens soon, but with all my bills screaming for attention I don’t know if it can.  Sigh….