You take your time carefully saving and planning for every aspect of a journey; you apply for your visas weeks in advance. Every moment of freedom is longed for… for… days? weeks? months? YEARS? And then, suddenly, it’s over.
In the grand scheme of things, I haven’t really had this hit me too hard with my travels mainly because my travels have always been more of an open journey. I spent two months in Central America, returned home for a month, and even though I was sad that the leg was over, I knew I was going somewhere else (In other words: I didn’t dwell too much on the past, and focused on the future). This pattern has continued since 2007, so my trip in particular is very much different from those who plan, plan, plan for that ONE year out to suddenly find themselves post trip in a glass cage of emotion. Yes, I may find myself stagnant in Australia, but even that expat life is like a new and strange journey that has me wondering what’s next.
For Patrick, however, it’s been different. He’s back in the 9-5 (well 9-7) grind, talking about how he feels the recent trips to the USA and Malaysia didn’t even happen. They feel more than ages ago; they are a blur. A moment of time that only exists to us because we remind ourselves that it did.
Remember when you were a kid and the days and nights lasted forever. School holidays were massive events, and weekends… they always felt like they were long enough. As you get older, though, time changes. Nowadays, we are always at a loss for time as we’re reading books on how to better manage time and using planners for scheduling in even the tiniest of events. It’s a struggle I face, constantly, because my mind will never stop producing “wants” that I just don’t have time for.With travel, too, time zips by. A week is the same as a year; suddenly one month in Australia turns into 36, and we just say, “Wow, where did time go?”
Until I am measured
I am not known,
Yet how you miss me
When I have flown.
Time. It’s like the sneakiest, and richest, thief. It steals our youth, our emotions, our memories and our travel freedom and glory. I cannot say that I am happy with how it all works, but I guess I’m stuck with it since I have yet to find a way of stopping time.
How do you deal with time? How do you make the travel moments last longer?