It's amazing how travelling for a year has changed me. Not me as a person, or my personality or anything, but how I see my life. I have no desire at all to go back to a "normal", boring life. I just want to keep travelling. I've seen so much, but I've only scratched the surface, there's soooooo much more. The thought of going back to my normal life, back in Moose Jaw, to my old house, to my old job, is quite depressing, actually. I feel like my new job is travelling. And that's what I want my job to be. I am so used to living out my backpack, I feel like I could live out of it forever. Everything I ever need is in my backpack. Clothes and deodrant! In fact, truth be told, I *WANT* to live out of it forever. (No comments on actually doing that in Moose Jaw, ok?)
I didn't expect this to happen when i started this trip. I feel like travelling is what I am now. I'm not a computer nerd. I'm a traveller. I enjoy sleeping in a different bed every night, I enjoy not seeing a TV every day (in fact, sometimes not seeing a TV for weeks on end). I enjoy not having internet access at my fingertips. It's sort of a weird sort of comfort feeling to know I can do without those things. I enjoy the transient nature of everything, including me. Everything is transient, drifting. Sitting on buses. Meeting people and having them leave a day later. Dragging bags of groceries around with me. Seeing and doing all the different "things" there are to see and do.
It's hard to explain my feeling. One thing is for sure. I DO NOT want to go "home". I know I have to, as I have no money, and a huge debtload. :-) I need to be rich!!
I'm quite envious of Courtney, as she will be travelling for many, many months yet. What a lucky girl!
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