Where my heart lies…
Sitting in my mom’s apartment main living room lying out on the “click clack” and looking at the Olympics Games. It’s a nice relaxation and change of pace from the past .. well 6 months of my life. South Korea was full of change daily, I never knew what was going on the next day. I guess it can be both good and bad, good in that there is excitement, bad in that there is no structure. Looking back on it, I prefer it that way. I am young and thrive on the change and inconsistencies that are present within a major international city, particularly developing.
These past 2 months of traveling through China, Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand have reinforced my ideals of what I love doing; traveling. It’s just my passion. The thrill of meeting new people, encountering a new and unknown culture, the language barriers, trying new food and experiencing new things… it’s incredible, exciting, frustrating, sometimes deceiving, enriching… but ultimately memorable and life-changing.
I can feel and see through others that I have changed and matured over these past few years. I was just talking with my mom about all of the little obsessions that I had when I was in middle and high school. The most notable of the nuances was dealing with the light in the hallway when I was trying to sleep. My mom indicated to me that traveling has changed that maneurism, which I can attest to. Apparently, sleeping on the floor in airports and rocking 12 hour night trips on buses, trains and planes changes your pickiness 🙂 .
I miss Asia so much it hurts. The pulsating night-life, the freedom of endless choices, the novelty of the a particular endeavor, the politeness of people and helpfulness, the security (mostly in South Korea), the feeling of specialness when people remark upon your presence, and most importantly..the beautiful girls. I love the timidness and shyness of the girls, it’s so adorable. I really have grown to appreciate that sort of demeanor, because whenever I come across a loud and obnoxious, especially obese, girl (doesn’t matter where she is from), it is annoying and genuinely bothers me. I guess Asia has influenced my outlook quite significantly. As my brother says, “I don’t know why or how I didn’t know this before, but once I arrived in Asia and saw the Asian girls, it was obvious that they are hotter than white girls.”
I’ll end it on that quote, since my eyes are feeling very heavy.
– over and out
Matthew
