Its weird to realize how quickly the urge to travel can fade away once you're back in the regular grind. I don't even have a regular job, but just being back in Ottawa, back to the usual, is enough to have made me think a few times, do I really want to fuck off to Australia for two months? Is that something I can do?
But then I look at the photos Sarah has posted, of things I wasn't there to see, and I know that YES, I have to go. It's so easy to just stay, and do the normal - but what fucking fun is that? It's odd too, because anyone here who knows me knows that I'm a very solitary person. But the idea of being alone for two months - it's a little terrifying, and a little exhilarating. I hate to admit that in some way I wish I had someone to share it with me. I hate that because I am single by choice, but there is a part of me that wishes I wouldn't be trekking all over a foreign country alone. Hahaha maybe I'll try and sneak She-Ra into my bag, he's my soulmate anyway so he should be my travel partner :P
I'm off to Varadero, Cuba, in two days, with my sister Tracey, and it's going to be a blast. But it's weird, I'm packing and am able to bring whatever the hell I want, because we're staying in one place the whole time - so I don't have to shove everything into one backpack. It'll be very different from my last trip, and from my next trip, but it should still be great. I definitely want to head to Havana for at least a day, if not more, and I'm going to take advantage of all of the crazy little activities they have. This will likely be the only time I ever do an all-inclusive resort thing, so look out bartenders, PARTY TIME is on it's way!
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