tinkle

I got bitten by a travel bug again. Or I should rather say that my temporary need for calmness, homeliness and stability has gone to wherever it came from.

On Saturday I was told I have to go to Australia (my friend is soon leaving to go back home and taking her French boyfriend with her). Earlier I was asked to visit some friends in the States and other one in Singapore and then apparently I must must must go here and there and everywhere. Yesterday I figured that I have only been to 13% of all countries in the world (a bit more after this summer – 17%) which is not THAT much for someone who has lived for almost one quarter of a century.

I know that doing a world tour is a bit of a cliché but I have, seriously, given it some thought. After having finished my masters I could just go away for a year. Travel, work, visit friends, see the world. It is not like I have anything else planned out yet. I don’t know where I want to work or what I want to do really. Sure, my internship this summer/next autumn will give me some direction but it will not tell me where is “home”.

During my 2h run (I didn’t remember how LONG two hours can be) I gave this tinkle some serious thought. One of the first things that came to my mind was the question – “what will I do with all my stuff?” Oh, this annoyed me so much. Seriously, when have I become one of those people who let their possessions dictate their life? And also, when did I manage to collect so much stuff that it could actually serve as a barrier? I decided that I hadn’t. I am sure I can sell most of it and the rest will fit into someone’s basement or some random rented cupboard somewhere.

I am not really making the most of it. I spend my time shuttling between work, school and home – not really an eye opening experience is it? I really have nothing holding me back –no obligations, nobody staying behind, so why not? Really, why not?