Adventure inspires adventure. The more adventure I taste, the bigger my craving for something even sweeter. To some, it’s known as ‘the travel bug’– and let’s just say this little bug has bitten me in the ass.. HARD!
It’s an unstoppable force of nature, compelling me to move forward all the time. I want to be everywhere! See everywhere! And just live day-to-day with an excitable uncertainty as to where I might end up next. These feelings of escapism and exploration have been reignited once again by my most recent trip back to South East Asia where it all began nearly three years ago’ ...
Go figure! I just fell in love with the people, the culture, the food and most definitely the beauty spots! Not that these feelings ever left but they have been blindsided by my focus to get rich or die trying back in Perth, WA, Australia.
In 2015, I travelled to Thailand with none other than my very good friends, Becky and Steph aka my Travel Sisters. After that I moved onto Australia and I vowed that I would only remain here long enough to save up some magic beans and hit the road once again. The ‘Travel bug’ had bitten and left me with an uncomfortable itch - an itch that couldn’t be scratched or soothed by cream and antihistamines. However, over time the itch began to fade. Once I settled into my Ozzie life and routine, I fell back into the clutches of the city and my sights only stretched as far as the end of the working week (which never ended in the health sector).
It can be very easy to get sucked back into routine. Financial stability and responsibilities can produce feelings of purpose- and being an explorer, a bit of life structure has temporarily soothed my adventurous soul. I tell myself I’m travelling.. but I dunno… this feels pretty real worldish to me right now and I’m not quite sure how long it’s going to last. The Real World is like a Cosmopolitan Cocktail. Glamourised by the Sex and the City girls it tells a tale of city living or real world living – working, earning, partying. Rent, bills, responsibilities. Stylish outfits, yellow taxis, dating and the hunt for Mr. Right.. or Mr. Big.
However, the definition of the word ‘Cosmopolitan’ comes closer in describing what I believe is the reality of any explorer ‘familiar with and at ease in many different countries and cultures’. While some city slickers solely itch for the next round of cocktails, my itch yearns to taste another country, another culture. It’s taken a 2x month trip back to South East Asia’ to make me reevaluate my situation: my itch has resurfaced but this time it’s manageable. I’m paddling in the Cosmopolitan cocktail glass for now but when the time comes I will gracefully tip the glass over and slide on out. Weeeeee! Perhaps I’m running away from the real world - and so what if I am? I’m allowed! I’m 31, I’ve no kids (not that I know of anyway) no mortgage and no tall dark and handsome billionaire husband. What I do have are 2 legs, a passport and 2 pairs of sunnies which I will wear proudly so I can actually see all that I want to see on this planet. As tempting as fancy Cosmopolitan cocktails maybe, I am a cosmopolitan human at heart and I can’t lose sight of what I came here to do.. TASTE & EXPLORE.
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