Dangers Of Traveling While Female

Ireland - KL

I’m at the gate at Dublin Airport getting ready to board my plane back to the States…

it’s pathetic how sad this is making me.

So I left London yesterday morning, and took a train to Holyhead, Wales, and then took a ferry over to Dublin.  I have two more days here in Dublin, and then I’m flying back to the States.

To recap my summer, I will have:

  • Travelled to Chicago within a week of school ending
  • Went to an Of Monsters and Men concert at the Meadow Brook Music Festival
  • Lived out of a duffel bag, squatting with some friends/my girlfriend in East Lansing for about a month
  • Travelled around the entire state of Michigan on a Bear Themed, Pure Michigan Adventure with the lady, couchsurfing along the way
  • Flew to Dublin where I lived as a squatter and survived by dumpster diving for foods
  • Travelled around the Irish countryside by bus
  • Took a ferry over to Wales, and then a train from Wales to London where I spent five weeks studying British feminism with seven complete strangers, all of whom I ended up becoming great friends with
  • Travelled back to Dublin via the rail/sail, where I am currently squatting again
  • Will take a plane back to the States where I will almost immediately move back to my dorm at MSU
  • Will drive out to Colorado with the lady and stay for about a week, and then drive back to East Lansing
  • And then school will start again.

But I’m kind of worried that nomadism and living out of a duffel bag has become too integral to my life?  I’ve gone to so many different places this summer, travelling with and meeting so many different people.  I guess I’m just nervous that I’m not going to adjust well to living in a dorm room and having a planned, routine life attending university again.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m so excited to see Erica and my bitches, but this is going to be hard.

Lots of times I just want to have a beard, and wear ‘men’s’ autumn/winter clothing, and live in the woods, and drink lots of hot coffee made in a french press, and read good books, and play lots of music, and have a big fireplace, and smoke a decent amount of weed, and have a pet bear, and travel regularly, and see nifty things, and meet nifty people, and do it all with this amazing girl.


But then I remember that the world is a hot fucking mess, and there is anarchy to spread and revolutions to start.

In four days, I’ll be in Dublin.

In thirteen days, I’ll be in London.

What.

"Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.” It’s nostalgia for studying abroad that one semester. Travel is realizing that “age thirty” should be shed of its goddamn stigma."

"Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?" | Nick Miller

So.

I just booked a flight to Dublin.

My Swartz and I will be getting to Dublin about ~2 weeks before our study abroad starts in London so that we can fuck around Europe for a lil bit.

I AM JUST SO FUCKING EXCITED

"Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night."

Sylvia Plath

Everyone is so used to me talking about dropping out of school and becoming a nomad…

But meow that I’m going to Europe this summer, I’m actually not joking when I say I might not come back. 

I guess they’re in for a surprise.

I’m going to end up graduating with a Master’s degree, and then spending the rest of my life on a perpetual road trip with no money or possessions.

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive."

Robert Louis Stevenson

(Source: mycolorbook)

"Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer."

C Turlington 

(Source: apnoea)