For me, there is something magical about long bus-trips in a foreign land.Three and a half years ago, I backpacked around Thailand with 3 of my best friends for a few weeks…I also got to travel alone for 2 days in Thailand before flying out of the country. I left my friends on an island and took an overnight bus en-route to Bangkok. I can literally remember every minute of that bus-trip.
I sat for a good couple of hours listening to my ipod, daydreaming as I stared out the window at the foreign countryside; I had never felt more alive. The realization that for the first time in my life, I was alone in an unknown place brought feelings of utter exhilaration. I swore to myself that day, that this would not be the last time I felt these feelings…
Sitting at my desk last year, married, liking my job but definitely not loving it…I guess I gradually let go of those deep-rooted dreams; dreams I had once thought so real. This was real life now.
Today as I write this (in my journal), I am sitting on a bus in Korea, in a window seat, staring out at foreign countryside, smiling. I feel safe and I feel alive. And the best part is, I live here…so I get to do this every weekend 🙂
You see dreams forgotten are not lost…they are just hidden somewhere deep within us, ready to be awakened at any moment.