To my dear passport…
As much as I love you, I have found that you bring out the sadist in me. I love nothing more that seeing you get punched, by a stamp nonetheless, but punched all the same.
You see, the violence inflicted upon you means a journey for me. A trip to somewhere abroad. A chance to see and experience a life so unlike my own. A chance to open my eyes. A chance to grow.
In the next 12 months you will endure a few more punches. In just over a fortnight you will receive your first as I head to Indonesia. Then another punch when I visit New Zealand later this year, and a final blow upon visiting Malaysia in 2014. If I'm really lucky there may be a brazillian punch as well, pending whether Australia qualifies for the World Cup (and how tight the strings on my wallet are). [...]
When you travel, you take photos. Everyone does. It's a given.
When you travel, you want to tell everyone back home all about it,
When you travel, to share the photos with everyone back home means you have to have the gear to be able to send the pictures, and when you travel, how much gear you take requires serious consideration. No one wants to be lugging around heavy backpacks or suitcases, myself included. How inconvenient! Thus currently I'm going through the motions of figuring out what tech gear I want to take with me, and how I can get away with taking as little as possible. When I went to Thailand last year I took the following: [...]
A friend of mine is getting married in Bali in May, and I'm invited. Originally I discussed the possibility with C, then after we split with my mum, then a friend. My friend can't make it for budget reasons, and I don't think I could last that long with Mum without getting frustrated (I love you Mum).
So I'm going it alone.
I am seriously scared by this prospect. It means the savings that I had finally gotten started are going to be gone. It means that I won't have anywhere there beside me in a foreign country to figure things out with. At the end of the day, I will by myself. [...]