For years, I’ve been debating whether I should just chuck it all in and go walkabout around Asia; and for the past month it has been a growing obsession. My feet are itchy and after what feels like a lifetime (but in reality is
only four years) of being tied down by things I don’t care that much about, I need a break. So today, I handed in my notice at work and on October 5th, I am OUTTA HERE.
Except perhaps with a little more excitement on my face than this terrified toddler I saw in Cambodia last year
Seems like the perfect time to join the #travellinkup! Every month, some of my travel blogger crushes choose a topic (travel personalities etc.) This month, it’s contrasts and I’m hopping on board
No matter what kind of holiday or travelling experience you seek, you’re on the hunt for something different. Even package holidays to Magaluf contrast with your personal day-to-day (and if it’s not, whoooooa pony, calm the heck down).
Contrast alone is one of the reasons why, time and time again, I go back to Asia (over the past four years I’ve visited Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, and South Korea). Culturally, every country I’ve visited in Asia is about as far from London life as you can get.
So in two months’ time, I’m boarding another long-haul flight to my favourite continent. But this time, it’s different from my annual visits. I’m looking for things that totally depart from my day-to-day. These are the four contrasts I’m after from this two-month trip of a lifetime…
Building my career vs. building myself
I never think of myself as one of those omg-what-a-go-getter types, because I’m a pretty laid back person in general (except, you know, when I have a panic attack at the mere sight of a busy tube because obviously the world’s about to end). But recently, over some rather nice champagne and even more delicious wine at Browns, Victoria (read about it here), Ally T and I realised I had gone from school to university, volunteered the whole way through my holidays, and then drove from graduation to start my job the following working day. Bloody hell, even typing that is exhausting. I graduated in 2011 when the world was telling me I’d basically NEVER get a job because argh the recession is going to kill us all, so have overcompensated ever since. I was so obsessed with having a blossoming career I forgot to figure out exactly what I wanted from it. The signs have been there – staying in a long-term relationship that was basically so-bloody-boring; experiencing a hideous bout of panic disorder because something is bothering me – but I think it’s time I gave myself the freedom to do what I want to do; not what I should do.
After weeks of staring at my living room, just WILLING the layout inspiration to dawn on me, I realised I’m too familiar with what it already looks like. That’s like LIFE, guys.
Cheesy metaphors aside, I love my life in London. But something’s missing and I don’t know what it is. Will I figure it out while I’m away? Maybe; maybe not. Or when I’m back? Possibly. Or ever? Good God, I hope so.
Busy-ness vs. creativity
I’ve got all of these ideas of things I want to do, ranging from the small – read, like, for pleasure – to the middling – start freelancing – to the bloody huge – I may or may not be cooking a little business plan up in my mind but shhhh. I’m so busy with everything in London, though, that it never quite comes to fruition. Traveling gives me the inspiration so do what I want to do in a different way. Think of it like a beefed-up version of going to a coffee shop to write a post. I’m just going a little further afield for that coffee, and it had bloody well better be iced.
Idleness vs. activity
Ok, this is hardly the most glamorous thing to admit but I’m terrified the mid-twenties bulge is about to hit. I used to *pump that iron* at the gym erryday when I was at uni (I did History of Art = 2 contact hours per week = so much free time = may as well get HENCH). As soon as I moved to London, I replaced exercise with mid-week Prosecco and an oh-thatpop-up-looks-tasty attitude. Coupled with a job in B2B PR (without all the running around my B2C counterparts got to do), this combination simple does not a svelte goddess make. Give me a hike up Mount Bromo over being chained to a desk any day, if only for some Beyonce thighs.