Semisonic’s Closing Time remains one of my favorite songs in the world, mostly because it speaks about clean slates (who doesn’t like a fresh start, right?) and going places.
At this point in my life, traveling is something I feel the need to do every couple of months. I currently work as a business features reporter for a daily newspaper based in the Philippines, and sometimes, all that energy one pours into researching and interviewing and writing and editing and fact-checking and doing my version of the daily grind can really take its toll on the spirit.
And there is nothing quite replenishing than being in a city where you’re surrounded by and meeting people living a reality that’s far removed from yours. I swear, hearing people communicate in a language I do not understand is like music to my ears. It brings me so much joy to find myself lost in a place that’s so different from the country I call home. There is so much to see, so much to discover, so much to learn, and so much to be grateful for.
I know that no matter how my life will unravel, travel will remain a constant. It is, to quote Elizabeth Gilbert, “the great true love of my life… I am loyal and constant in my love of travel. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby—I just don’t care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it’s mine. Because it looks exactly like me.”
Which is why I decided it’s about time I started a travel blog once more. I had one six years ago, but I ended up deleting it because 1) you can’t exactly talk about going places when you’re rarely on the road or on a plane, 2) the gap between each entry would usually be from several months to a year (not exactly the best way to attract a loyal group of readers), which brings me to number 3) the lack of new entries eventually frustrated the heck out of me.
I’ve always had itchy feet. I think it comes with constantly moving from one place to another and coincidentally living near airports a huge chunk of my life—hearing planes fly over my roof must have wired my system into thinking I had to get myself to the great wide somewhere. It’s also why, in the past two years, I’ve been getting more stamps on my passport than the entire years of my life combined. After getting myself out of a horribly stagnant situation, I figured there is no better time to get myself out there than now. :)
So here I am, and I can’t wait to share tales of future travels and of past trips I’ve taken that really left an impact on the woman I am today. (Deep sh*t, right there. Don’t worry…that will not always be the case. Haha)
Happy travels :)
Photo taken in Nara-koen, Nara Prefecture, Japan