The Traveler

Hola! this was originally posted from the Moon Sisters' blog The Chronicles of Luna - (The Gypsy and The Traveler) a few days ago. Now I'm just sharing my side of the story. If you're interested about the "other story" - check out my moon sister Rhio's Gypsy-side here. :)

Traveler. Foreigner. Explorer. Sojourner.

pair of clothes, a couple of paperbacks, and guitar...we're good to go

I want to travel the world. That's one of my main goals in life. See the world with my own eyes (not just through somebody else's camera lenses). Set foot on foreign lands. Taste exotic foods and relish its' pungent aroma. Listen to the stories shared by the people I'd meet in my journey. Absorb everything life has to offer. Be anything I want to be. 

Be everything and nothing, all at once... 

Here are some of the things I'd definitely do once I get the chance:

"To taste the stars" - by drinking Champagne straight from the vineyards of Champagne, France. To enter jazz clubs in New Orleans. To hitchhike across the loneliest road in America - US Route 50. To write stories while munching on freshly made macarons in a patisserie in Paris. To get lost through the maze of subways in London. To watch Broadway performances in New York. To enjoy a cup of cappuccino in a cafe in Italy. To ride the bullet train in Japan. To waddle with the penguins in Antarctica. To climb and shout at the top of Machu Picchu in Peru. To enjoy the crystal blue waters of the sea while sailing across the Caribbean. 

I want to do all of these. Thinking that someday I would be able to, excites the heck out of me. Just writing about it now makes my palms all sticky and sweaty and my heartbeat go crazy. I love the adrenaline rush I get from trying new things. Most of the time, I follow the rules. But sometimes, my daily routines tend to get too boring for me. So just to break the monotony of my life, I'd do random things I've never done before. I would not think about the consequences, I'd just follow my instincts and do whatever it is that my mind's decided to do. Lucky for me though, most of the time it ends well. But for those times that it didn't, it's fine just as well. At least I got to try something new. ;)

To think that being born, raised, grew up, and still living in the same place for all of my life - one would think that it would make my feet itch to run away as far as possible, as soon as I can and never come back. But in truth, it's quite the opposite. I'm like a ship traversing the endless ocean. I could be thousands, millions, or even billions of miles away. I could be sailing around, taking my fill of uncharted territories. But at the end of every journey I'll take, I'd always lay down my anchor back in the only place I'd ever call home. 

Yep, that's me. The scaredy-kid who easily gets fascinated by new, glittery things at the beginning - but when the sparkle of it all starts to fade away, begins to cry and longs for her mum to carry her back home to the comforts of  her old, musty, security blanket. Just add a bit of thumb sucking and good ole' Raggedy Ann to cuddle with and we're all set. Back tokilometer zero. Far away places could lure me to visit their wonderful views with their beauty and charm. It might even be (almost) able to make me want to find my own place to call home. But at the end of the day, I'm just like the sun who never fails to set on the  same spot on the horizon after a long, long day of sightseeing. *^o^*

Find a pair of ruby slippers. Click your heels three times. Repeat after me.

"There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home..."

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