I am in love. In love with life, music, gardening, food and of course love. Absolutely in love with love itself.
After working for 7 years overseas, in a fulfilling career of Travel and Tourism within the military confines of camp, I find myself lost. In love with life but lost without purpose. Without substance. Without indentity.
In giving years of my life to traveling and working. Living in hostels and in camps where all 20 of us shared 1 bathroom, where privacy could only be found in the confines of your shared bedroom. When eating a meal alone meant sitting across the table from other strangers in uniform.
Today, I find myself feeling more alone than I have ever felt. Floating on cloud, without roots or logic. I'm on a mission to find myself. On a mission to retrain my brain. To make friends, and organize my time.
This might sound like a mumble jumble effect but since starting this Blog in 2012 I never really stayed on top of it. So now is the best time to Start.
I will start with the extravagant lifestyle of the vagabond.
Living out of a backpack makes you realize how little you truly need. I miss the days where I'd wake up and put on what I was wearing the day before and be on my way with everything I owned on my back.
Leaving the place where I happened to be staying for a night or a week and sometimes a month. Leaving the people whom I adopted as family and of course the safe feeling of familiarity. Onto the next adventure. When you've conditioned your life to accept that the only constant is change, then it stops changing, it creates a sense of loss. Although, in reality change is the only constant ALL THE TIME. Yet now time seems to stand still.
The people in my life are those who suffer the most b/c I am intrinsically a traveler at heart. Always wanting the new, the fresh and unknown. Although, I am determined to make this relationship work, he is suffering b/c I am relying him for all my needs: Emotional, Intellectual, Physical and Cultural. Which no one person should ever have to bear the weight of.
This Castle in the Sand is getting a makeover. The tide is high.
After working for 7 years overseas, in a fulfilling career of Travel and Tourism within the military confines of camp, I find myself lost. In love with life but lost without purpose. Without substance. Without indentity.
In giving years of my life to traveling and working. Living in hostels and in camps where all 20 of us shared 1 bathroom, where privacy could only be found in the confines of your shared bedroom. When eating a meal alone meant sitting across the table from other strangers in uniform.
Today, I find myself feeling more alone than I have ever felt. Floating on cloud, without roots or logic. I'm on a mission to find myself. On a mission to retrain my brain. To make friends, and organize my time.
This might sound like a mumble jumble effect but since starting this Blog in 2012 I never really stayed on top of it. So now is the best time to Start.
I will start with the extravagant lifestyle of the vagabond.
Living out of a backpack makes you realize how little you truly need. I miss the days where I'd wake up and put on what I was wearing the day before and be on my way with everything I owned on my back.
Leaving the place where I happened to be staying for a night or a week and sometimes a month. Leaving the people whom I adopted as family and of course the safe feeling of familiarity. Onto the next adventure. When you've conditioned your life to accept that the only constant is change, then it stops changing, it creates a sense of loss. Although, in reality change is the only constant ALL THE TIME. Yet now time seems to stand still.
The people in my life are those who suffer the most b/c I am intrinsically a traveler at heart. Always wanting the new, the fresh and unknown. Although, I am determined to make this relationship work, he is suffering b/c I am relying him for all my needs: Emotional, Intellectual, Physical and Cultural. Which no one person should ever have to bear the weight of.
This Castle in the Sand is getting a makeover. The tide is high.
