Burma, A World Apart, A Short Plane Ride Away
The world is shrinking, the bounds of the unknown far off places have become not to distant neighbors. Everything is changing. After this month, after graduation, this life I know looks much like a large white space. Bright, unknown, promising.
I flew across the Atlantic again. Twenty-four hours door to door, a third of the way around the world, like it was nothing. Twenty-four hours of relative silence, aside from the hum of the plane engine and the bustling shuffles of travelers headed off to their far corners of the world. The airport is still one of my favorite places, I like to imagine where my fellow travelers are heading. Are they going home like I am? Off on a grand adventure? Business? Are they excited? Happy? Sad? Whatever they are doing, we all share those brief moments on the way to our respective gates, we are all leaving, or coming home. The outside world doesn’t exist here. I can think. And marvel at how small the world is now. How a decade ago even Europe seemed a world away. But that mystery couldn’t stay. When you hop on a plane and travel to the other side of the world, LAX-Kathmandu, Seattle-Tanzania, in just over a day, it’s hard to imagine these places are all that far. To think, I could go to the airport now and wake up in Mongolia, or Australia, or…anywhere really. Minus, I suppose, the cost of doing so. But still, everything just feels so small. I can sit in this little, metallic tube screaming through the sky and land on the other side of the earth. It’s marvelous. Continue reading
Every trip has a lesson, at least, for me it always does. We both consider ourselves pretty travel savvy, after 37 countries, we ought to have picked up a few tricks! There are always new things to learn. On this trip, it’s been a more in depth understanding of what sort of travelers we are, or more specifically, what sort we aren’t.
No one likes to talk about negative feelings in travel, but they are so important. And retrospectively, can make great stories.
This year I’m celebrating the end of 2012 with my family in Prague. It’s also my 30th country, which was one of my 30 before 30 goals. So it feels like an exceptionally important time and place. Partially, because it is the end of an absolutely epic year. 2012 was certainly a once in a life time kind of year, and I feel incredibly lucky for every day of it. For a visual: Travel Map. Starting graduate school was a big change, mostly because it involved moving to Europe, something I’ve wanted to do for the past decade, but hadn’t anticipated actually doing any time soon. It’s been exciting, challenging and generally nothing like what I expected. Which, generally, is what one would expect when moving to a new country. I’ve learned a lot about myself, and learned just how much I actually love living in the states, and am surprisingly excited to move home in a few years. Continue reading
My life in three bags, for the next 4.5 months. A trip in the making for at least as long. I’ve printed my boarding pass. For the first time, it all feels very real. I feel light, and excited to begin my adventure. Though I will miss people and the easy comfort of home I can’t help feeling elated and a bit cathartic. Life in Northern California for the past few months has been wonderful, relaxed for the most part filled with the company of loved ones. And though I will miss waking each morning here I can’t help but notice how the everyday is beginning to blend as I cease to notice the little things, or appreciate just how beautiful it is here. Travel is so intoxicating in part because every little thing is an adventure, from the procuring of coffee to making my way through a city filled with new sights and smells. I feel deliriously alive, and when I return home it is no longer the same, but renewed as if seeing it for the first time. In this way, life is constantly full , new, exciting. Though uncomfortable and frustrating at times, it is fulfilling in a way unmatched by anything else I’ve experienced thus far. Continue reading