30 Days Till 30— Daily Video Blog. Ep #3 & Ep #4: "Airports And Adventures"
December 3, 2015
I lived this day completely on an airplane, crossing the International Dateline so that I never actually lived in this day. I was the only blonde, single, young Caucasian on an airliner that can fit over 340 passengers. The Filipinos looked at me with kind curiosity—smiling— one even asking, “Are you in a band? You look like you are in a band.” I guess all I needed to become a rockstar was dye my hair platinum blonde and land myself completely out of my comfort zone. It’s amazing how unnerved I am when I look different then EVERYONE around me. I want to say color doesn’t matter and differences aren’t noticed, but I notice when I am the one that is odd and out of place.
The older lady sitting next to me is Linda. She lost her husband 25 months ago. She tells me of their whirlwind courtship and 38yrs of marriage. She tells me she cried every day for a year after he passed away. She says this is the first time she has traveled alone without him. She tells me she is scared. I listen, moved by her love story, emotion starting to twinkle in my eyes in the form of tears. I realize that even the best of love stories have heart break and that love will never exist without.
December 4, 2015
Danny and I meet at the airport in Manila. He’s taken a lot of flights to get here and the fact that he is with me means more than he will ever understand. Many of my friends wanted to come on this trip to Boracay, Philippines, but schedules, budgets, and responsibilities have left many unable to attend the adventure. I almost wished I could un-attend, but I bought a full-fare ticket. I am committed, and once I got here, I know it’s good.
I’m not dating Danny. We’ve never dated. I met him when I started flying seven years ago. It’s kind of like he’s watched me grow up. It’s wonderful to have friends that go back so many years. It’s wonderful to have friends who love travel.
Usually, when I go on trips, I’m fully invested and 110 percent present. Travel is my life and my love. I’m always “all in,” but this time, I’m here and I’m not. Maybe I’ll get here after a few days, but the thing is, I’m not looking to forget who I left this time. These feelings have me realizing what a beautiful gift is has been that I have had the 'heart freedom' to travel and to be and to go and to do. Nothing was pulling me back, and although I still have the freedom to travel, my heart feels different now. My little heart doesn’t only want wanderlust and cute foreigners and kiteboarding. It keeps thinking of somewhere and someone. I just can't help it.
When all your heart wants is wanderlust and you have the ability to just go places— God, that’s one of the most amazing gifts! Love and appreciate travel while travel is your one and only love.