The Post-Travelling Blues #1

Song of the day: Make It Easy On Yourself - Sivu

Being away from the hustle and bustle of the big smoke that is London for two whole months was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. I laughed, I cried, I got drunk, I made new friends, I was alone, I danced, I saw breathtakingly beautiful landscapes, I met a guy, I took long walks, I wrote, I ran, I swam in rivers, I swam in the sea, I wore make up, I wore no make up, I saw the sunrise, I saw the sunset and the list goes on. I didn't have a single care in the world.

I went to Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia and New Zealand. Along the way, yes I ended up developing this thing people like to call 'feelings' for someone. Disgusting. For those who know me, the ice queen melted. She did okay. I know its been awhile but I can have feelings for someone too. Sadly for me and him, we live on complete opposite sides of the earth. We are two uncertain people set against an uncertain world. Anything can happen. So I can never say never on our story though. Just for the moment our paths won't intertwine anytime soon. However, my adventures over all was a great fucking time, which I will expand in a series of blog posts because there is so much to write.

Image by me :) - Sunset at Gili Trawangan

The only worry I had was what the fuck to do when I got home. Here I am stuck in my cosy little flat in London, in a tiny overpriced box room cluttered with books and clothes and I'm sat on my small bed set against a big window writing this. I got back last Sunday and I find that I'm struggling to settle back into routine. I mean it's good to be back home, to have a sense of normality again. Having to live in and out of a backpack, moving hostel to hostel and catching flights and buses here and there can be pretty exhausting after while.

I was so used to the thrill of living from moment to moment. It's like having twenty nicotine patches smacked on your arm along with ten shots of tequila and a few cans of red bull injected into your system. You don't know where you're going or how you're going to get there or even where you're going to sleep. Now I'm not trying to be all hippie in your face and tell you that everyone should just stop what they're doing and jet off without a plan because everyone does things differently. Travel-wise I am that kind of person who doesn't really plan her day at all, actually now that I think about it that's how I live my life. I don't follow a schedule unless its around work...or food. I just knew I was going away for two months. My flights were booked and that was it. That was the extent of my planning. As long as I didn't miss any flights I was good. It all worked out well. I actually even booked my accommodation the night before my flights. All of them were decent and reasonably cheap. For last-minute travellers out there like me, Booking.com is my saviour for accommodation and should be yours too.

Now here I am back home. Reminiscing about when I wasn't here. I have no clue what I'm meant to be doing with my life. Then again, does anyone really? I woke up at the ungodly hour of seven in the damn morning and I couldn't fall back asleep. Thank you jetlag. I feel restless. I want to be on the move again. Give me an adventure any day. Let me go whale watching. Let me look up at the stars on a clear night in the middle of nowhere. Let me be in a bar filled with strangers with different stories to tell. Let me drink tea in a mountain in Nepal. Let me go on a road-trip with no destination in mind. Just not here. I'm looking for freelance writing work so I can still have the freedom to pick up and go whenever I want and hopefully still have money rolling in so I'm not the poor writer I'm destined to be. If I can get paid to explore the world and write that would be the dream. A dream I'm sure thousands of others share. I'm checking Skyscanner constantly for cheap flights to anywhere but here. I'm thinking Iceland right now for a little getway. I think that will be pretty don't you all think?

Image by me :) - Gili Trawangan

                                 


Cheers,

xxx