Nervous. Curious. Excited. All in one. My favourite music is blasting from my blackberry. My only companion besides my iPad. Tools i use to pen down my thoughts and getting in touch with civilization. Sat next to the window just overlooking the view at night. I dont know if those are thick mist or thick clouds hovering over the mountains. Nature still awe me. Tonight is peaceful, somehow. Cool breeze brushed my cheeks. I looked far while my thoughts just flow along with it. Like a feather caught in the wind. I sigh.
I have not even packed anything for my trip. I swear i hate packing and unpacking. Just not my forte. All chores are done. Least im relief to know my home is clean before i leave. I stared at my haversack again. Clueless. The stress im in right now, brings me back when i was in my early 20s. While friends bragging about Bali & Phuket during those times, i was thinking of someplace further away. So i bought a flight ticket one day, just sponteneously, then told my parents, im leaving for Italy. By myself. Then next was to Mexico. Alone. My parents was immune, somehow. Just like when i got my first piercing on my nose, then my naval. By the time i got my first 'flower', she said nothing except telling my sister i am crazy. That was my last.
At the age of 22, i was already bursting to get out of my comfort zone of living with my parents and wanted to work abroad. Which i only found out later, 22 was a late number to be living on my own. Late bloomer! Since then, i was working and living away from my parents with just couple of years returning home before heading off again. I guess i have always known i wanted to travel since at a very young age. Perhaps since i was a feotus. Seeing my father who travelled extensively around the world, working. I remembered each time he comes home, i love digging into his luggages for chocolates (and some red notes) he bought from travelling. And his jacket and luggages always have this distintive smell of the airport. Probably the number of hours where his luggages was being stored.
So as i grew up, i only know how to travel with my big yellow luggage. (yellow means happy and of course so that i wont lost sight of my luggage right. It was a stricking yellow!) Which almost breaks into pieces every other time i pushed it down the flights of stairs. (See, we live of the 4th floor. Lifts stops at 5th. Get the picture?) Weather by flights or by bus while i worked in Indonesia and Malaysia. I never own a backpack. Ever! Besides, i am always staying in a 4-5 star hotels. The perks of working in hotel industry. Travel with style, as many said. And thats the only style i knew anyhow. Sad.
But the trip this time, is a whole new adventure. A new style. A new experience. I was blessed i have good friends who introduced and taught me the other side of life. Its like i flipped a coin. Crossed over. I took baby steps to understand and experience this new 'life'. Overcome many fears along the way. Still a 'grommet'. A term surfers use for newbies. I travelled extensively across Malaysia for only a short span of less than 2 years. More than i ever eaten chewing gum in Singapore! (as you know, it was banned during my era!) For a grommet, thats a lot to take in and study!
So! This time its just, me. Alone. Again. Like i was in my early 20s. The only difference is im on a backpack trip. I will be sleeping in dorms. Taking buses from one destination to another. I have to learn to trust my instincts and strangers. Make decisions. Read maps. Time-management. Anticipate. Control my finances. Self-planning. Self-defence, by using pepper spray, scream or run for life! (For what i have read in the guider book) Pre-prepared and expect the unexpected. A lot to digest actually. And, my backpack is still not packed! I got to thank my friends who patiently enough to share with me many things. I observed and absorbed, like a primary school student. And this trip is my final exam, to pass with flying colors. Which in return, comes home safely, healthy with tons of memorable photos to share and talked about and a bunch of new friends. But most importantly, a wider perspective of how i see life, happiness and a clearer mind. Inhale. (This is worse than my mathematics exams. Even home-economics are taught by manuals) Exhale.