So…
In January 2010, I was hiking machupicchu when we noticed the time and began making out way back to catch the train to Cuzco. When we arrived we found out that a mudslide had taken out the train tack. After spending some time at the hot springs we found hostel to stay in. Not being able to get to sleep I went outside to look at the stars. Even though every one in the group I was traveling with had bonded I still did not feel like I fit in. A random guy staying that the hostel came out for a cigarette and we talked for hours. All the places we had live, “There was this one time in (insert random country here)†It was really nice to be able to have a conversation with out worrying about people thinking you’re stuck up. I know that I am a very luck person who gets to travel all the world, but it’s more of a life choice. I would rather spend my money and get to travel than save for the future. This ends up making most of my stories sound like: “There was this one time in insert random country here.†I am at a small school in New Jersey, were most of the students have never left this town. It’s nice to know that there are people who choose to live the way I do.
~Twist~
Wow isn’t it incredible the random things that life brings sometimes that just make your day? 🙂 I know what you mean about finding someone who chooses to live like that — there are a lot of people who wish they’d never been tck’s but I’d rather be physically blind than loose the insight that my upbringing has given me. When I grad and everything the first thing that I’m going to do is travel. A lot. 😀