April 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
I have a first world problem that I’m not willing to release. I miss traveling. I miss exploration, disorientation, plane food and the meditative peace of lonely voyage. And I say lonely with absolute volition because as much as I enjoy the company of friends, family or my love when I actually explore somewhere, when I am in transit I want to be alone.
It’s the sort of isolated task that instils a little bit of faith in myself when I’m feeling completely dislocated, yet I surprise myself with how useful I can be. And it’s not that hard, really, to get on a plane and be fed for 22 hours, but it is mine.