Many of my fondest memories belong to being on the road with the first man I’ve ever loved. He was and continues to be most inspiring human being I am lucky to have ever shared a life with.
It is only apt that I celebrate Father’s Day and the first article I will write again ever since I left blogging with the travel lessons he has lovingly gifted me with for the short time we had as father and daughter.
We have issues with packing light whenever we travel and to this day pray for a genius to come by and give us ‘The Ultimate Packing List’. Of course, that is as tangible as the cure for the common cold so here it is— *best boxing announcer voice* presenting WHERE THE-?’s ATTEMPT AT THE ULTIMATE PACKING LIST.
It’s a make-or-break experience. Our most recent Southeast Asian backpacking trip was a circus from start to finish. We can’t even begin to describe anything- anything at all.
“How’d your trip go?” is THE universal question but it’s become futile to ask us as we just glaze up… and are just plain flabbergasted.
They’ve got many names for it. Post Travel Depression. Post Vacation Blues. Holiday Blues… I only have one: jedi mind f*ck!
Nothing could feel more peculiar than sitting in your room in the dark typing out words again as you are embraced by the dense profusion of familiarity.
One minute you’re scrambling for your passport on the immigration queue while someone prods you to hurry in a language you don’t understand, and the next you’re sipping a cup of coffee in the confines of your own world wishing it was milk tea from the streets of Bangkok.