Soul-searching: The Prelude to a Tavelogue

I embark on a mini-adventure today. I say mini because it’s not as long in duration as I’d originally planned. But planned I have — I’m pretty sure the past year has just been building up to this trip.

If you’ve read any of my posts, you probably already have a good sense of my frustrations — life events in 2017, repatriation blues, a yearning for travel. I think I lost myself a little last year and ended up spending far too much time trying to fix the broken pieces and not enough on giving myself the time and space I need.

So here I am. At the very beginning of a gesture to do something for me. 15 days, 3 cities, 2 countries.

I’ve been trying to figure out where I want to be, what I want to be doing, what I’m trying to get out of my life. My goals have shifted so much and my expectations of myself are constantly evolving. So I decided to do what I love best — travel. But this time, completely solo (sure I’ll meet old friends and make new ones along the way).

I want to be in a new city, experience a new culture. I want to give myself the opportunity to explore places I’ve always wanted to go to. I want to allow my mind the chance to find its way; in a new country if need be. I want to spend time doing things that put me at ease.

This trip means different things to different people. My parents (my step-dad more specifically) believe I should be job hunting, my friends think I’m going to have one helluva party, acquaintances think I’m barking mad for just up-ing and going.

Me? I’m not sure yet.

Maybe this will be the trip that helps me find myself. Maybe I will end up wanting to move to one of these cities. Maybe this will end up being just one big adventure that leaves me feeling fulfilled and ready to take on whatever lies ahead.

Whatever it is, I can’t wait to find out.

**PS: I’ll try and write as frequently as possible from each place I go to — thoughts, musings, travel tips, recommendations.