The awakening.

End MarchEarly April: Weekend dive trip in Dayang, Malaysia, to get my licence.
May (possibly): Weekend dive trip; destination yet to be determined.
Mid July: Weekend shopping trip in Bangkok.
October: One week diving in Manado.

Have never been big on holidays; a week plus a weekender in a year was the most. When I was younger, it was because there was no dough. And when I was with The Bear, I was, quite simply, content to be just around him. Come to think of it, we never did DO anything much, not even TALK. And, there still wasn't much dough to go around, between the two of us. Laugh. But mostly, I just didn't have a desire to travel. Some people wilt from breathing too much localised air, and need regular trips to foreign lands. (And some people have discovered a cheaper alternative - sucking mouth with foreigners who find their way to our shores. Heh.) I don't.

This year, though, two trips have been confirmed and one is being organised, all the way to October. The fourth depends on whether I get my birthday present belated birthday present in Dayang ;-)

Perhaps, I'm making up for lost time; the experiences I've "missed" out on - not so much travelling per se.

Awakening from a long dream, too long, to find that everyone else has moved on, leaving behind only faint footprints and whispers in the wind. And I have to find my way amidst unfamiliar faces and places. Searching.

Perhaps, I just need some relief from the drudge of daily living, before I slip into another kind of limbo, sleeping away life, again. I had hoped to find distraction in work (and there is certainly enough of it piling up on my desk), while I figured out this increasing restlessness, in my own time, without losing a grip on reality. But I find myself looking forward to the nights and weekends instead, when I don't have to work.

My shoes have grown their own feet. And they want to go. Somewhere.