For me, there is
something magical about long bus-trips in a foreign land.
Three and a half years
ago, I backpacked around Thailand with 3 of my best friends for a few weeks…I
also got to travel alone for 2 days in Thailand before flying out of the
country. I left my friends on an island and took an overnight bus en-route to
Bangkok. I can literally remember every minute of that bus-trip. I sat for a
good couple of hours listening to my ipod, daydreaming as I stared out the
window at the foreign countryside; I had never felt more alive. The realization
that for the first time in my life, I was alone in an unknown place brought
feelings of utter exhilaration. I swore to myself that day, that this would not
be the last time I felt these feelings…
Sitting at my desk last
year, married, liking my job but definitely not loving it…I guess I gradually
let go of those deep-rooted dreams; dreams I had once thought so real. This was
real life now.
Today as I write this (in
my journal), I am sitting on a bus in Korea, in a window seat, staring out at
foreign countryside, smiling. I feel safe and I feel alive. And the best part
is, I live here...so I get to do this every weekend :)
You see dreams forgotten
are not lost…they are just hidden somewhere deep within us, ready to be
awakened at any moment.
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