A few months ago, it occurred to me that, even though I have been traveling very extensively for the past couple of years, I haven’t spent any time in any cultures that were seriously different than mine. Australia and New Zealand are both magnificent countries, but the cultures err on the side of the Western. Now, I’m looking for something so much different.
I also realized how selfish I’ve been on my travels, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude. I am so incredibly privileged to be able to do what I do, and I’m well aware of it. Not only am I privileged through circumstance, but I am blessed with a mentality that allows me to travel, go with the flow, live without borders, and actually be okay with it.
So, after two and a half years on the road, I’m going to China! I board my flight to Hong Kong in less than a week.
I’m hoping to travel briefly before I settle down in Xi’an, where I will teach English to little tiny Chinese people! I don’t know where I will travel to yet, but I have approximately a week in Hong Kong and two weeks (or so) on the road before I plant my itchy feet in the middle of this Asian giant.
The amount of planning I’ve done for this trip is next to none. I’ve never stepped foot on this continent before and, though I just bought a guidebook yesterday, the actual preparation stage hasn’t even taken place.
I’m winging it!
I’m just sort of showing up…and I’m going to see what happens. I have an approximate date that I need to be in a particular city, but otherwise, I’m just going to roll with the punches.
I’m also looking forward to my 20 hour layover at the Changi Airport in Singapore. From what I understand, it’s like Vegas with planes. Is it weird that I’m looking forward to spending time in an airport?
This will be my greatest adventure yet!
And I can’t. Freakin’. Wait.
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