I want to travel.
Travelling is like breathing. When I’m not travelling, when I’m in the same place for too long, it feels like I’m standing in a shallow pool, where the water is slowly rising.
And right now I feel like the water is around neck level.
And this is ironic, because I’m in the middle of a 15 month study abroad stint in Japan. To most people, this counts as travelling. Not to me. It doesn’t seem “new” anymore. So, sometimes when I get bored, I like to browse through plane tickets to neat, exotic locations like the Philippians, Cambodia, Hong Kong, or Jakarta.
I realized Japan is more like a home than a travel destination when I see signs like this. Instead of marveling at the unique or “weird Japanese things,” I simply appreciate they took the time to make a sign. That’s helpful.
I’ve dragged my fiancé halfway across Japan on my travelling whims. He loves it. We are in the middle of planning our ‘after graduation’ trip – stuck between the sandy beaches of Okinawa or the nature parks of Hokkaido.
“Beach…. Because, well, I like beaches.” Ryosuke eventually decided, still playing with the yu-gi-oh cards scattered across the hardwood floor of our apartment.
Before he met me, he was content with the Japanese salaryman life – lifetime employment living in the same house, working at the same job, with a couple kids and weekly drinking parties at Japanese izakaya bars with his colleges.
Now he can’t wait to travel the world with me. We have our life planned out. A couple years in Japan, a couple years in America, a couple years in the next place we can get a job. Through the meager $10 a month WordPress gives me for hosting ads, we can buy a cheap hostel room once a month (but to be fair, that’s probably a bad idea).
What we lack in money, we make up in time. And youth. And a lack of knowledge about the commitments of the “real world.” And that adventuresome spirit that hasn’t quite learned to back down.
“I would go somewhere where I could learn something every day.” I decided, one day while washing dishes (a rare occurrence, trust me).
“I don’t know.”
But that’s the beauty of travel.
Written for Daily Prompt: Rolling Stone
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