pondering on my wandering

I’ve always fancied myself as a nomad who has indefinite plans in life, but who is definite about her eagerness to find her place under the sun. I lived in manila during my years of adolescent uncertainty and lived in Vancouver during my years of unearthing adulthood (semi-adulthood, i suppose). There is much to be said about self discovery and i am convinced that i have yet to discover 50% of myself without seeing at least 50% of the world. Afterall, i can hardly imagine a person who could say with 100% assurance that he/she knows him/herself truly if they haven’t even stepped out of their comfort zones at least once in their life.

Vancouver, 1998, was a great city to exhaust my youth. Anything was possible; a lot of things were within hands reach. With no parental supervision, i was allowed to be what i perceived before as myself, careless and carefree. I had the immortality of youth, the vision of invincibility and the frailty of contentment. I had always known that Vancouver would be just a transit city for me, and so, on 2005, I set-off for Europe (which I will share with you guys on my succeeding blogs).

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…