I know it's been awhile since I've posted and I'm not going to write another paragraph on apologizing (like almost always) when I do it again anyway. The past month has been awfully busy for me, catching up with school and everything. But nevertheless, I've been thinking about this idea for a while now, and I thought it'd be good to leave it on here.
I will be deleting this blog.
Haha kidding, April Fools!
I miss typing on here.
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I was chatting with an old friend over in Facebook the other day and he told me about his disappointment - how he and his family did not have any plans on travelling over the summer. For a while, I shared the disappointment with him. I mean, who doesn't love the taste of adventure, the anticipation for the unknown, or the wondrous delight of getting lost in a culture that you've never experienced before?
That's the word for it. Adventure.
He was disappointed because his summer had no more room for any adventure.
I sat and thought hard. Really hard.
And then I realized he was wrong.
Because often,
the greatest of adventures
are the smallest ones.
The ones we expect the least.
I told him he had to reason to be disappointed.
Travelling is too expensive, he said.
Travelling isn't as easy as it sounds, he said.
Although what he said could be true at some point,
I think that the easiest way to travel
- or to have an adventure; to find something unusually exciting -
is to travel out of our comfort zones,
and try something new.
