I was a changed person after that. I realized that I am a wet clay being moulded by the unique experiences that I have encountered. I had morphed to several shapes and it engulfed me, more so that I was amazed with my transformation. Words could never bring justice to what I was, what I am and what I will be. Don’t worry, I still consider myself sane.
Fast forward to now, I have been a worker bee in manila since 2005. I fell to the trappings of a family business that i honestly thought could cure my travel bug. However, i failed to recognize earlier on that i was not infected with anything, it was in fact, my soles’ pleads that we needed something different, that we wanted to be in the middle of ambiguity, that we could possibly be happier someplace else.
My sole spoke to my heart and the heart does what it please... true love! In 2007, I fed my starving sole with dessert sand, pyramids and the Nile River, and made my way to Egypt. I realized that I was at the right place, at the right time, not wanting to be anywhere else.
Some people i’ve spoken to about my passion for travelling often ask me this question, “What are you running away from?”, to them i say, “Dear, I am far too lazy to run from anything.” However, i do believe that travellers, at one point in their journey, are bound to question themselves on why they are travelling. It could be a number of things; some might actually be running away from something. As for me, i am not running, i am wandering…
Beautiful! I didn't know you could write this way Za! Good job.
ReplyDeletehola sophie! thanks for visiting our crib. may we be a part of your regular house visits and rest assured that you'd get to taste the adventure we had in our travels :-)
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you travel back to Canada this winter. Why Canada? Why in winter in all the season of the year? So you could the the northern lights up north. Buuyaaa!
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