On Travels: wandering words by @ikanatassa The Wanderer

Travel is the simple chance of reinventing ourselves at new places where we are nobody but a stranger.

Travel is the discovery of what and who we miss the most.

Travel is the same pair of jeans for a week and different experiences every day.

Travel is finding new things and new people to miss.

Travel is discovering the part of yourself that you never knew existed before.

Travel is that one song in your iPod that will forever remind you of that one sexy afternoon somewhere.

Travel is the discovery of who misses us the most.

Travel is answering the question ‘business or pleasure’ without blinking.

Travel is deciding who will be the last call before you take off and the first call after you landed.

Travel is a test of your physical and emotional tolerance.

Travel is a one hour conversation that could lead to a lifelong friendship.

Travel is that one boarding pass you keep in your wallet to remind yourself one day when you’re gray and old that you were once cool.

Travel is waking up in a strange bed and feeling home and waking up in your own bed one day and feeling like a stranger.

Travel is learning not to take every second for granted.

Travel is learning that the journey is as memorable as the destination.

Travel is discovering that random act of kindness does exist.

Travel is learning to communicate with just a smile.

Travel is not wanting to sleep because for once reality is more interesting than your dream.

Travel is not being afraid to fall in love with a complete stranger.

Travel is where broken English is welcomed with a wide smile instead of greeted by a grammar nazi.

Travel is where people that you talk to really try to understand what you’re trying to say.

Travel is finding out more reasons to write. And more reasons to live.

Travel, sometimes, is the rediscovery of our nationalism.

Travel is that one stranger across the street you will always wonder if he/she is your soul mate.

Travel is wearing those clothes you couldn’t wear back home.

Travel is realizing the things you cannot live without.

Travel is realizing that maybe you know nothing.

Travel is wearing a stranger’s jacket and feeling home.

Travel is meeting you.

(Source: prahesty)

last year today.

last year today, i had had a looooong flight (for me it was the longest) alone to South Korea, began my fantastic journey. and started from that day, i posted stories regularly here, on my tumblr, about the journey, and about how i spent my summer days there.

i miss those moments. even when i had to spend my first nite in the airport. the kids. the foods. the sun. everything. for you who may interested in the stories, you can click here for the first one, type “korea” in the search box on my tumblr page (although i’m not sure it’ll work properly zzzz), or just looking through my archives. it lies between june-september in 2010.

well, even though we cannot turn back time, happiness will still remain. wish i could go there again someday :)
thank you who actually read the stories, i really appreciate it.

have a good day!