I've been daydreaming about travelling alot these days. Wondering where i'd go to my next destination. Its been a known fact that my dream would be to travel the world and widen my horizon while i still can but doing it alone is mighty lonely. No, i'm not fretting about me being single but to the fact that i suddenly have the urge to just pack and go worries me.

I don't mind the dirty roads, the dusty trails, the muddy walks nor the uncomfortable sleeps. In fact i see these as character builder in the long run. I don't mind the foreign laguages, the unknown meals, the sudden uncounters or the unfavourable situations. As long as my feet can carry me around safely, i shall keep walking.

What does it all mean? Has the travel bug bitten me agian? Was it a sign that i need to run somewhere far from whatever i was running away from? Life's not too bad really, but why the urge? Has the thrist of something new hit me in the face because of the monotonous frequency i've been hearing in my life so far? Have i gotten tired and longed for a change?

All these could be possible really. In this little island of ours, one can only do so much.

So in the meanwhile, i'll do something different. Go agianst the course of my grains and maybe you'll never know, things might not be so bad after all.