On Traveling

In a few days I'll be down in LA again and then to France, leaving behind all the people that I saw on a regular basis for several months. As nice as it is to travel off to France as I've always wanted to do, the idea of changing my daily routine and my weekly activities is rather scary. With the help of others around me, I have created a very comfortable environment in which I can gladly call home. The people I have seen and the things that I have done have been so source of happiness and contentment. But alas, now I am giving up the comforts of my Bay Area home to travel overseas and start afresh. Given, it isn't an unusual occurrence -- it has been done before: college, post-college, and now -- and it's definitely something many, if not all, people experience several times in their lifetime. Though no matter how many times it gets done, the act of uprooting oneself from a place that is comfortable and being transported into something unfamiliar and different will always be, in a sense, jarring. Upon arrival in France, I fear many things, including starting over, adjusting, getting along with people, and especially getting lost. (Plus, what will I do without my beloved sushi and boba drinks?? >_<)


Ah, the trials and challenges of starting somewhere else.. But then again... what is life if not full of new experiences and adventure? What are we humans if not thrill seekers and travelers and seafarers and adventurers? Alas, the world is ours for the taking, and now, well... =)


- countdown -
to LA: 3 days
to France: 14 days