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I can’t believe my life.
I can’t believe that I am writing this post from Sweden, almost 7 months into this journey across the world.
I can’t believe I just spent 5 months in Vietnam!
And right now I am wishing technology had a way for me to transmit all that has happened. And yet, part of the sometimes aching beauty is that our experiences can only be our own.
Ha Long Bay, Vietnam
What I’m most excited to share is that I’ve been experiencing an enormous amount of joy. Sometimes even the smallest things make me jump with excitement while traveling. I love the thrilling feeling of being in the unknown when landing in a new city. I love when my senses are assaulted when walking out into a new environment. I love the unsettling feeling I get when I don’t quite know what is going on around me. I also love when it all seems so familiar, but so different at the same time.
Traveling makes me feel so incredibly alive.
I love seeing how other people live…how they raise their children, what they choose to believe, what they focus their attention on, and how they treat other people. I love savoring the different types of food, and searching for unique handmade items that can only be found in a particular place. I love every bit of it like a beloved science experiment that never really has a finished outcome. It’s fascinating to me. It always has been.
I love that the most difficult part of this journey, the first few months living in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, happened in the beginning. It was as if I was being tested as to whether or not I truly wanted this kind of life. It shattered my expectations and forced me to let go of my previous “plans”. How freeing to continue the lessons of letting go! I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Every piece was such an important lesson. It also gave me some difficult challenges that allowed me to have even more gratitude for everything that came after.
I’ve spent far too much of my life questioning my desires. When I’ve felt the pull to travel, I’ve often heard a voice wondering if I’ll just be dissatisfied somewhere else. I’ve experienced this same doubt and uncertainty when I’ve felt the pull to move or change my direction in life. I’ve felt so proud of myself when I haven’t listened to those voices. And I’ve never regretted taking those risks. I’ve come to realize that I’m no longer interested in questioning what feels right for me, or analyzing what I might need to overcome, or whatever other excuse there may be for me to stop listening to my deepest desire. Why do I need a reason to do what makes me feel alive? Why do so many people feel they must work so hard to overcome their suffering when sometimes the simple answer is to make a different choice?
All I know is that this is the first year in a while that I haven’t entered the winter with an existential crisis of some sort, spending countless hours wondering if this is all there is, if I’m truly making the most of my life, or why I’m feeling so heavy and uncertain. I have faced challenges traveling, yes, such as dealing with chaotic environments, lack of sleep, food poisoning, etc. This just comes with the territory. But that horrible, lonely, exhausting, empty feeling? Nope. Not anymore.
I realise that a lot of people only want to share what is great about themselves on social media, but I haven’t been one of those people. I’ll share my struggles here, too. But I’m happy to say, that I feel incredible. I feel freer than I’ve ever felt. I spend more time being present with my surroundings. I feel like I’m truly living a full life. I’ve learned that I am a person who thrives on change, lights up with new experiences, and is crazy passionate about experiencing as much of this world as possible before I die. I’m finally living in the future, and I love my whirlwind life.