Postcards

When I first started travelling, I was greedy for memories. I wanted to experience everything, all at once, because what if I never came back? What if I missed something? With a vengence, I used to pick up all the coins from this magical fountain of travel wishes and put them aside in a jar. I was naive to think that this would end soon.

Growing up, I was restless for my life to begin. As an adult, I am restless for my life to keep taking me places. This impatience is my driving force, but I don’t kill myself to experience everything anymore.

One thing that hasn’t changed? I’m still a dreamer. I still collect fridge magnets. I still send postcards to people from different cities (though most never get them). I still try Starbucks and McD and compare them with what we get back home. I still look up and count the stars at night.

I still get carried away and give unsolicited travel advice to people who begin a sentence with, “I am thinking of going somewhere.”

Via Delhi, a travel blog that I’m hoping will keep me inspired and may be help a wandering soul of the female variety, is another caress with a murmur, ‘Slow down, this is just the beginning.’