I got an email this morning from my best guy friend. We always have a great time together laughing and sharing our most funniest moments. Its just a thing between us. There have been moments where I couldn’t catch my breath cause I’m laughing so hard.
Anyways, we’ve been talking on and off for the past few months, since I came back from the Dominican, about traveling together. He got inspired by my volunteering and has been thinking about doing the same thing since. I decided awhile back to travel and volunteer for a year. He wants to come with me and I’m a bit hesitant because a part of me wants to travel on my own. I’m all about the freedom of traveling by yourself, it’s addictive. And, yet, I know he wants to challenge himself because he’s never traveled with just a backpack. And, he knows that is how I’m going to travel. Just a backpack, my passport and some clean underwear.
The thought is intriguing to travel with him because he speaks three different languages, so that will be helpful, although since I don’t want to travel to Europe, it might not be so helpful. I’m sure we’ll be fine traveling together, but, as I’ve said before, traveling with a total stranger (or at least someone who doesn’t know me so well) is probably better than traveling with someone who’s close to me. And, I’ll probably have to change some of my itinerary which is fine. We’ll see, we’re suppose to meet-up soon and talk about our plans for world domination..oops, I mean, world travel 😀 .
I’m usually the kind of person who just goes for it. Just thinking about my year around the world is driving me nuts cause I want to do it now. I’m trying to be practical because there’s much I need to do in order for me to get to where I want to be. Why do I always feel like running away? Ever feel that way?