I have another year to go before my passport expires but I have run of pages. Something I am secretly happy about, I have been incredibly lucky and fortunate to have been able to travel so much, yet there is this nagging feeling, that one negative line of thought that keeps asking me these questions - has it been worth it? Have I learnt anything at all?
I read a tweet that said, people don't seem to be gaining much from traveling over the world except in their girth. I have since begun to wonder if this is true about my travel experiences too.
Yesterday I was at a conference, one of the talks was about traveling solo. I came to realize not only have I not done much travelling alone many of my travel experiences have been so sheltered, with usually everything being taken care of. One of the closing points in the talks was how we have to tell our stories. I've realized the reason I feel that I haven't gained much is I don't share my experiences enough, sure I might not have traveled alone (I have on work) but I have had a very good time on all those trips. While I have blogged about some of my trips, I haven't written about many. Maybe I should now. Another reason I want to write down everything now is I have begun to forget things - names of places and small details. Blogging will probably make me go back to the pictures, look up Wikipedia again and hopefully I'll get to relive . And about time I revive this blog (even if blogging is dead pfft, Google please don't kill blogger like you did Google Reader) So, lets see how that goes!