I was going through some pictures to upload to my new Flickr Pro Account (thanks for helping me out, Jules!), and I kept on coming back to the ones I took in Bali.
It’s always been the little things that fascinated me when traveling, like the sight of cats making themselves at home in a temple, or colorful flowers and fruits strewn in a rainy alleyway. I look for things like these everywhere I go.
Tom Robbins would call it the romancing of objecthood. (Or something along those lines.) Maybe that’s what this is all about. But I’ve always been such a fan of unrequited love. Distance and transience can make even the smallest, most inane thing look like a blessed object on earth.
Now, I feel like I’m doomed to a life of ordinariness, of waking up to in bubble where I’ve already found and touched everything left to be discovered. Like when you know you’re stuck in a phobia that’’s completely irrational and 100% unfounded, I know I’m being silly and unreasonable. But I’m scared of never being somewhere new and seeing the new, small things again.
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May 26, 2006 at 3:33 pm
anna
i know exactly how you feel! it’s been years since the last time i was out of the country. i miss traveling. i miss looking like a tourist and wandering around the streets of a new place. =P
July 18, 2006 at 4:00 pm
frances
I keep on going back to read this entry. Its beautiful.
May 31, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Ryan
What I’ve discovered from traveling is a renewed interest in my surroundings. We take for granted the interesting things we have around our city because we’re too busy living our lives and going about business as usual. I think we should all act like tourists wherever it is we live.
I took a trip once that I have yet to write about. I rode the LRT2 train all the way to recto just to go walking about. I was able to find the most amazing chinese restauarant called wah sun, and also got to eat fried siopao! Of course I nearly walked into a stabbing, but hey what’s life without a little danger?