I just realized that extent to which I will be traveling in 2015 might seem a little much. At the moment these are the trips I've got planned and I've not actually been trying to "travel". This is not a case of wanderlust (a word I don't actually like that much) or a year off, this is my life. It's how it's always been and how it will always be. I've been moving around since I was 3 and I've never felt comfortable in one place too long. I see people from my childhood living and settling in the same town they were born and I just don't understand. It doesn't seem natural to me.
- USA trip to visit friends (3 weeks)
- Qatar to visit mum and dad who lives there (2 weeks)
- Budapest to visit baby brother (1 week)
- Island Hopping in Greece with my friend Maria (2 weeks at least)
- Sailing in Lofoten with boyfriend and co (2 months)
- Moving to the Canary Islands (or Greece)
- Yoga teacher training in India (1,5 month)
I'm eager for 2015 to start. I can't wait for a new year and a new attempt at making every minute count. I'm sitting here writing this, feeling so much more optimistic than I thought I would. It'll be a busy year, just like every other year of my life (chronic multi-tasked), but it's my time. My time to start moulding my life, to make my living and to find my peace. I have this need to create "home". The pictures are from my trip to Qatar this summer.
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