It has been almost 10 years (September 2015) since my first-ever international airfare trip, to Toronto Ontario; and my tonight wanderlust is stronger than ever. I’ve hit a point in my life where my air miles is higher than my ground years, and now I want to leave the confines of my local country to see the world to find what it’s about.
I miss being half-drunk and walking around one of the many college areas of a foreign city and not feeling like I should be paranoid about getting run-upon and mugged. I need reckless abandon again.
But my gov is making sure I’ll never have it again. Keep your head on a swivel, because someone’s pretending to represent you to them, and that someone is not you. You are more like the others. I am more like the others.
I miss my Canadian friends. Danielle, we’ll hang out again soon. I hope you’re doing great.
Until then, I’ll keep my passport fresh and try finding someplace within to get weird with my experience of the world. There are pockets of not-me out there, and I have to find them. I need to find them.