Travelling

A day of travel always freaks me out a little. (But in a good way.)

You wake up at home (wherever home may be), and have lunch or dinner in Paris, or Tokyo, or New York. All in one day. You get up somewhere where you have your routine and three day old leftovers in the fridge, then in a few hours you are transported to this new place.

Somewhere unfamiliar. Somewhere new.

Somewere where you didnt get up.

I'm not sure I'm properly capturing the thoughts I have right now. About how the world as you know it can change in a day. How the people and places around you are so inherently transient. (You don't think that unless you travel a lot.) How much one's existence is defined by the place where he or she is.

How there's such a big world out there, and all you have to do is take it. And on those days you travel, you feel like you are taking it -- if only just a little.