I often feel that, as a backpacker, I need to go FASTFASTFAST and have ENERGYYYYY and SEIZE THE MOMENT.
But sometimes life just needs to move at a slower pace.
The past two days I’ve mainly slept. And eaten.
Honestly, I’m tired. I’ve been travelling for 3 months, and I’m at a point where I generally want to be left alone. I don’t want to socialize with other travellers in the hostel, I don’t want to go bar-hopping, I don’t want to know how your day went and I DON’T want you to wake me up.
I really want my own apartment, a full-time job, and a dog.
And I want to stay in the same place for over a year. Since I graduated high school, I haven’t lived in one apartment for more than 10 months at a time. Moving gets exhausting.
Maybe this is a temporary, energy-sapped state. Maybe I’ll use up all my energy during this last month of travel, then recharge when I’m in the PNW in January.
I’m going to go get a cup of tea now.