Random Thoughts

​I'm currently watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and I just realized how far I've come from just reading blogs of solo Filipino travellers! 

As what I put on my bio, I was into these travel blogs (circa 2010) because I've never been away from home, never did solo travel, never tried out things because 1) I was too afraid and 2) we never really had the extra money to do non academic interests. I grew up too sheltered and I didn't know how it is to be independent or be fearless enough to pursue anything until my mom kicked me out of the house and flew me to Dubai. 

I was so amazed by what everyone was experiencing through these blogs that I wanted to try it out myself - which I did when I first experienced travelling for pleasure in 2015! It was supposed to be a budget trip to Eastern Europe (Romania) that we bought from Holiday Factory - and it totally changed my perspective. I felt so free making major decisions by myself that I've been travelling nonstop since then.

Going back, it got me thinking of my worst fear - living and dying in some far off place away from my family with absolutely no way to get home. Now I'm adding the fear of living a predictable and isolated life just for somebody else to live in comfort. I'm no martyr - I want myself (and Mr. A) to live our lives fully whilst still being able to handle our responsibilities. Maybe later on our minds will change but at this point, mind - and heart - lay elsewhere.

Dami hugot but I just suddenly had all these thoughts and was really glad that we're taking that step where we can balance both (hopefully). Wish us luck on our next adventure!