Can I stop longing for traveling?

I have been pondering on this question a lot since last year. With so many long trips I went through this year alone, the questioning may come as a surprise. Looking back to my picture folders, it even looks like I travel at least once a month since January 2013! So much traveling with such a heavy heart, huh?

But, really, can I?

A Thank-You Post for the People I Met on 9-D Trip

From Surabaya to Lasem, to Probolinggo, to Banyuwangi, and last, back to Depok. A trip primarily relied on bus as public transportation, relied on people whom I just met and shown me kindness like long lost family, relied on new-made friends and a long time no see friend and his family, and all the people who welcomed me with warm smiles and stories.

Wanderlust.

I have this hunger to travel.

To move around knowing new people and letting new places inscribe themselves in my memory, through everything they can offer me at that moment.

I was home when the thought hit me bad. Home, where families and old friends greet me–it does feel good to be home, but it’s not enough. Being at home can’t curb my desire to go, wherever, without looking back, with only a record of memories to playback in the back of this mind–which is getting older and more egoistical–to accompany me.

So here, I am reminiscing on my days of traveling, to a place that let me learn about myself and other things. A place that I wouldn’t mind to indulge myself again someday.

Thinking back, in every place I have been to, a “good bye” is never said; it is always “see you some other times” or just a heartfelt whisper of “I’ll be back”.

Sepenggal Cerita di Balik Menang Kontes #ExtraordinaryTrip~!

Jadi, entah yang di atas punya rencana apa lagi untuk saya, yang jelas banyak hal seru yang menanti di awal semester ini, selain proposal tesis yang mencekam tentu saja.

Mahato: Glimpses of Life in the Palm Plantation

So, the smoke that plagued the center of Sumatra weeks ago, which I heard has subsided now thanks god, reminded me of my trip with dad to a place call Mahato in Riau. Was there on 27 February-1 March, 2013. This post was a midnight contemplation to get my mind off from other stuffs, so enjoy.

life.

start with a big, fat lump in your throat,
start with a profound sense of wrong,
a deep homesickness, or a crazy love sickness,
and run with it.

– Robert Frost via a telling by Debbie Millman, x