I always have these mixed feelings when traveling. Be it abroad or even domestic, since my country is huge. And all those feelings can be represented perfectly by one word. Surreal.
If you have the chance to see me in airports, you will see a smug, aloof, tired-looking girl. My body language will say “I just traveled a thousand miles too far, doing one important thing too many, now I’m tired, back off”. My gaze would shut a bunch of overexcited teen tourist up. I make it clear to everyone that even a journey to the moon will be nothing but ordinary to me. But what do you know, for each of the trip I’m nothing but fascinated, passionate, along that line until giddy. Or I’m unsure, confused about it, along that line until frightened.
And I think there are always some people who seem to be able to see through that veil I put on: against all odds, they engage conversations with me, we tell stories, we laugh. More than often, those people make my day.
I travel a lot. Yet it seems that I never really used to it. Each trip will always feel surreal to me. I will be fascinated, passionate, along that line until giddy. I will be unsure, confused about it, along that line until frightened. Yet I always manage to get to where I’m going.
I think it is all life is about.
If you have the chance to see me in airports, you will see a smug, aloof, tired-looking girl. My body language will say “I just traveled a thousand miles too far, doing one important thing too many, now I’m tired, back off”. My gaze would shut a bunch of overexcited teen tourist up. I make it clear to everyone that even a journey to the moon will be nothing but ordinary to me. But what do you know, for each of the trip I’m nothing but fascinated, passionate, along that line until giddy. Or I’m unsure, confused about it, along that line until frightened.
And I think there are always some people who seem to be able to see through that veil I put on: against all odds, they engage conversations with me, we tell stories, we laugh. More than often, those people make my day.
I travel a lot. Yet it seems that I never really used to it. Each trip will always feel surreal to me. I will be fascinated, passionate, along that line until giddy. I will be unsure, confused about it, along that line until frightened. Yet I always manage to get to where I’m going.
I think it is all life is about.
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