"I'm leaving on a jet plane..."

I love that feeling of being in transit. Well, sort of. What I mean to say is that I actually love the run up to a trip and the actual travelling a leeeeetle more than the trip itself. I love making lists - both paper and mental - of things to pack, things to deal with before leaving, things to do at the destination, and of course, things to shop for! I love mentally ticking off the days till the much coveted date of departure arrives, and I love riding to the airport or train station with butterflies in my tummy out of the sheer excitement of going away.

I love sorting through piles of belongings and neatly packing up everything I need, I love the sight of half filled suitcases lying around, just waiting to be stuffed some more and zipped up and weighed. I love how any trip in some way means an ending. Ending of a routine for some time out and then a new beginning. That's the beauty of travelling, I think. It refreshes and recharges you like nothing else can, unless of course the trip is for some unfortunate purpose like attending a funeral.

Having moved country thrice in my life, I've kind of come to love the feeling of moving away for good. It's like a whole new life awaits you. Unknown people to befriend, unexplored places to discover for yourself, unfamiliar routines to settle into, new things to learn. If I could, I'd go and live in several different countries throughout my lifetime, learn all their languages and customs and norms. Somehow, even leaving behind the people I love now fails to strike an emotional chord in me. Not that I'm detached but I have learnt not to be overly attached either. I wouldn't mind traversing the streets of an unfamiliar city all by myself but it gets a tad bit scary because of my visual impairment so I'm more comfortable having some company to you know catch me if I fall or trip over something. :P

I've never been on a plane by myself but it's one of my - goals, you could say - to take a long haul flight all alone, perhaps befriend a stranger in the process, maybe even a nice, charming, single MALE stranger like it happens in the movies. :P

If I ever get a novel published and if it does well, I'll do a backpacking book tour across the countries of my choice and take lots of pictures and write another book based solely on the experience. :D And then do it all over again in different countries! And that way, I'll see the whole world!

Right, I shall come back down to earth now. I know I (day)dream too much but alas, what's a girl to do when she is very bored?

Gosh, I love travel and everything to do with it, never mind jet lag and delays at the airport and yucky airline food and slightly smelly clothes because of not being able to shower. :P I love having a handbag full of toiletries and a good book or two and settling in my seat to read and contemplate. And I love checking into hotels and using all the teeny bottles of shampoo and lotion and what not, and snuggling under the pristine white sheets with the air conditioner turned up and not a worry on my mind. I love waking up to an unfamiliar morning and smiling at strangers and feeling like you've just been born and can do anything you so desire.

Sigh. How I'd love a travel-packed life!

But now I realise this post is going nowhere so I'll leave you with this loveleeee (pardon my spellings for today, pleeeeeese!) song that I'm humming today: