i love finding notes from the past!
i love finding old notebooks and reading thoughts from way back.
i love traveling.
i love seeing new places and learning new things.
i love people watching.
i love just staying still with my thoughts running in my head.
allow me to share with you a few entries from an old journal i just found again, with travel notes from two years ago. :)
on the plane leaving manila.
i love window seats. and i love it when i get exit row. much leg room. i lean over my side to try to nap. i hear the guy behind me on his celphone. "nasa plane na ako.. i love you.. ingat ka ha.. check ka ng email mo lagi.. i love you so much.. bye.. love you.." i shed a tear.
hong kong international airport.
i looove people watching at airports. i feel enriched by it. what nationality are they? why are they dressed that way, i wonder where they are going. what's he reading? what will she be doing when she lands there? are they on business trips or vacations? can she really walk in those heels? i wanna take a photo of them all. but i'm too shy.
sitting in front of me is this cool chinese girl (i think) with long curly hair pushed back by a red headband and her shoes are these funky pumas. she is watching something on her laptop with headphones on. i am so not the type to come up to strangers and make friends. i wish i were though.
beside me is an aussie girl (i think) wearing one of my dream chuck taylors - the timothy liles - designed with doodles like those in your high school notebook. i can stare at this departure board for hours.. london, phnom penh, los angeles, tokyo, munich.. ahhh.. wow.
i love traveling alone. i love the liberty and responsibility of having to figure out everything on your own. you become so much more sensitive to the things around you. your attention, instead of being on a companion, is on everything around you. the beautiful, funny, or annoying things around you. i hear nice blues music playing. very cool. is it the radio? i don't think so. where is it coming from? i look around.. ahh.. two boys playing the guitar. they're french. and paris bound. i'm about to board soon. for now, this is my school. and just like i've always been, i'm so excited to be a nerd, and an eager beaver student. take me far, far away!
i have this wild dream to one day, just go to the airport and decide on the spot, right there and then, where in the world i will go.