I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before in multiple places on my blog (that no one reads or else they’d all comment, obviously), but I love travelling and I love travelling alone. I find few others who enjoy it the same way that I do, most people enjoy travelling with others and a some enjoy travelling alone but I can never figure out why they do because it’s usually a convoluted, modern, flakey-gypsy girl reason. “I enjoy getting to visit places I’ve never been to and see what the earth is made of in a new perspective” or “I get to watch people and pretend that I’m someone else, it feels so glamorous” usually end up in the explanations as to why travelling alone is so much fun. I, on the other hand, have entirely different reasons that seem to be particularly true only to me.
- I take public transportation a lot, and in order to do so successfully I must be at certain places on time in order to get on certain things, like the bus or the train. And that journey in and of itself is an adventure! No matter how early I am to get on the vehicle I am always convinced that I am late, therefore adding a strong dose of anxiety to my stride and a strange reaction to anything and everyone I cross paths with. Strangers must think I’m crazy because my reactions to anyone within 3 feet of me is a strange surprise and twitch. Inevitably I am on time, although the times I’ve been late have usually been the days that I feel overly confident that I will be on time and have to run to the station, thereby reinstating the fact that I’m out of shape. Every time I curse myself for not always having a liter of water on hand.
- I like trains and airplanes for two reasons: I can’t react strongly to the traffic around me like in a car while freaking out about how fast we’re going or if we’re going to be late. Also, I am able to read. I get carsick reading in the car or on the bus, but on the train or the plane I finish entire book series! It’s excellent.
- The reason I’m able to read, aside from not dealing with nausea, is because for some reason trains and planes put me into a super subdued version of stress. For some reason it’s incredibly relaxing to me. I pick a seat or get a seat assigned, I sit in it, and that is where I will stay for the rest of my life. I will crumble into a corpse in this spot and so I will make the best of the spot that it is. I will curl up or stretch out, I will kink my neck inevitably from reading hunched over, I will designate spots for my drinks and keep my phone on vibrate under one thigh. And I will never, ever nap. Because I can’t nap. But that’s another story.
- I talk to strangers like it’s my job EXCEPT when I’m travelling. And I like it like that. I might have a 20 minute conversation with one person while travelling all day. This is Me Time, honestly. It’s when I get to read because I finally have no excuse not to. It’s when I get to think about what I want to write, people in my life, God, things that are sad, things that are happy, things that I will experience and things I have experienced, prices of things in different states, and the like. I also get to pray, and sometimes write, and of course I usually write poetry when travelling because anything else would be pretentious.
- I like to wear and pack my favorite clothes for trips. I will choose the style I want to be perceived as having, make sure all those clothes are clean days in advance, and then become that person for however long the trip is. I don’t expect people to think I’m cooler, for people to look at me and think “What a cool little bohemian-gypsy-girl with hips that won’t quit!” I literally only do it for me, because when I feel like I’m a cool little bohemian-gypsy- girl with hips that won’t quit I feel confident and secure. Even if I look like a lunatic with my henley-layered, sweater-topped, dirty hair and smokey-eyed ensemble at 9:30 am I still FEEL like a weathered, jaded traveler who is so used to this that she just wants to enjoy a novel during the ride.
- I also like the food situations that I find myself in. When I’m able to prepare a snack or lunch before hand, I find that it’s a great way to save money and be bored to death while looking like a genius for not paying $7 for a fast food sandwich. But usually I end up forgetting and getting really thirsty and a little hungry, so I stop and get a snack. This usually makes me feel like a 5-year-old because I want things I like, and also like an adult because I make myself get something healthy and pay for it myself. For instance, I will make sure I get a protein bar because it’s “good for me” and a bottle of water, but I will make sure to grab junior mints or m&m’s too because I want to snack on something while I read. I even go through the emotions of both ages, simultaneously wanting a treat so bad but not being able to decide which one and forcing myself to grab something with sustenance while being disgusted at the pricing of everything I just purchased.
- I think the only unfortunate part is that I do end up feeling exhausted by the time I get to the place I’m going, but I’m consistently amazed at finding out how long a day can go when I spend “sooooo much time” getting from point A to point B and still having the entire rest of the afternoon/evening to do things like fight with my parents, call the doctor, and make dinner. And don’t get me started on going into different time zones, which I like to refer to as Travelling Through Time. Not time travelling, that’s just a science fiction concept. I’m definitely the asshole who tries to call other people when I’m two hours ahead of them and tell them the future. Because in the future, I’m having dinner in a few hours but you’re going to have to wait like all day.