There’s a Parisian man sleeping on my couch in the other room right now. His name is Adrien and I discovered him through my first experience using Couchsurfing.
Anyone who’s travelled to any degree (from a week-long beach vacation to a semester abroad) knows the amount of research that can really go into travel. It’s hard to find yourself bored when you have an upcoming trip. You can spend hours reading Lonely Planet books, watching YouTube videos, reading about necessary vaccines, emailing other travellers, and so on. I know because I’ve been doing this for months now. When my friend asks me what I’ve been up to, I’ve condensed it all to calling it ‘research’. The problem is that sometimes research can help prevent stress on the road, and other times it can completely hinder the freedom that comes with travel.
Sometimes I have a pessimistic outlook on things and the language that escapes me surprises me when I think back to it. Often it manifests in the form of complaining- something we're all guilty of, and more than we realize.
The construction wakes me at 8 am on a Saturday morning. The tequila in my system from the night before doesn’t agree with the noise one bit. The dreadful sounds of the trucks reversing, the drills boring, the water pressure machines pressurizing, it’s all so foul and toxic to the calm rituals of my weekend mornings.
I’m waiting for the world to conspire just for me. But it already has. Time and time again it’s given me sign after sign telling me to pursue my dreams.