It’s occurred to me that I’m not the best communicator. It’s not that I don’t communicate, mind you. I’m constantly telling people things. Sometimes it’s stuff that I probably shouldn’t tell them.
Cambodia trip tomorrow. Just removed so much body hair, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mammal cred. #bikini
— Geraldine (@everywhereist) June 19, 2014
Ahem. (“I … I can’t believe you tweeted that.” – Rand)
I’m great at sharing, and even over-sharing, but sometimes I forget to tell people really, really important stuff. Like yesterday, I posted how I’m going to miss Rand dearly because I’m leaving for southeast Asia for two and half weeks, and the response to that was, “Wait, you’re going where?”
I totally forgot to tell people that. I just assumed they knew. But yeah. I’m going to Asia. TODAY. Like, we’re leaving for the airport in 45 short minutes. And no, Rand isn’t coming with me.
No, nothing is wrong. Yes, I am going to miss him dearly.
Here’s what happened: a friend of ours was heading to Asia to see her boyfriend, and her friend (who was to be her traveling companion) had to back out. So I stepped in. I’m going to see Asia for the very first time. Besides Antarctica, it’s the only continent I haven’t seen. Which is arbitrary, I know, but it also feels monumental.
Here’s the weird thing: I’m kind of scared. I know that’s silly. I travel plenty, so this reaction is totally absurd. I’m sure I’m going to have a lovely time. But I’m going to be traveling without Rand, and to a place I’ve never been before, and it’s all a little overwhelming.
Here’s what’s even weirder: I’m really excited by that. I’m excited to be scared, because that’s a new feeling. And I suspect that the next two weeks are going to be chock-full of new feelings.
Heck, I’ve even a little excited to miss Rand. Because there’s something incredibly wonderful about that. About not being able to get someone out of your head. About wandering the world and seeing amazing things, while still thinking of him, and what he’s doing, and whether or not he’s thinking about you.
And then, if everything goes well (don’t read too much into that – I’m just a cynic and a little paranoid), I get to come home to him.
I get to miss him like crazy, and then I get to see him again.
So, yeah. I’m a little excited by that.
Anywho, I’ll be traveling for the next two weeks, but I’ve still got some blog posts cued up and ready to go. Most of them are short and picture-heavy, but still worth a gander. Oh, and I’ll be slow to reply to emails and tweets, and might not get around to approving blog comments right away.
But then I’ll be back. And I’ll have so, so much to share with you. And him. Things that are exciting. And a little bit scary. Which, I think, is exactly what travel should be.