Be wonderfully lost…

Ever since I was a little girl, my life was planned out long before I realized it. I was to follow others’ successful paths and call it my own. I remember back in highschool from biology that bees have this dance used to signal to other fellow bees when they find new sources of nectar. However, not all bees have the instinct to follow the colony, truth is, 8% of bees are incapable of following directions. They were the stubborn bunch believing that following others mindlessly won’t lead to new ventures. They believe that by being lost, they will find the best source of nectar that has never been tapped before. Some of us need the adrenaline to search for the path untouched, we long for the unknown to keep our heart alive.

The journey began back in 2005 when I first embarked my first lone travel to Europe. I was off to England on an exchange program and to my surprise; I stumbled into the rabbit hole and vowed to never return again. It wasn’t the exotic travelling that changed me, it was the people I met along the way, their vision, their lifestyle that forever changed me. I often ask myself how I am different from the little girl a few years back. I thought about it, and thought about it hard. I hate the cliché answers of how travelling changes people. I will be honest, as this travelogue is my footprints of my true self. The answer being, I know I have always been happy to nest in my comfort zone and bearing my true self in a different country with different culture, language was something I have never dreamt of doing before.

Like a lot of other travelers I make a fetish of my passport. I often leaf through the pages, stained like an old coffee table with overlapping rings triangles and rectangles in smudgy blue red and green inks.

Because I don’t always keep a diary of all the exact dates, my passport serves as the physical record of all the places I have ever been. And it holds something that’s even more important to me. My passport is the soul – and the tangible memory – of all the borders I have ever crossed.

But beyond travel, this blog will be a collection of adventures, discoveries, and a daily self-reminder of what it means to write and share. Looking back at the photos overwhelmed me with nostalgia, and through this medium of sharing, my journey is neverending and wonderfully lost.