Sunday, February 10, 2008
I have the house all to myself for 5 days.
Parents are out gambling in Macau with my eldest sister and her family.
Grandma is over at my uncle's place (although I'm not sure why. I think it's because my dad's not here..)
And I just saw my second sis walk out of the house with her Osprey backpack. Ready to go for her flight to Australia.
I was attempting a vectors question when she came home, rushed about and dragged her bag out the door.
Watching everyone leave for their holiday totally put me off my work. It made me feel like I want to go for a holiday too. And so I stopped doing vectors (which is why I'm here).
I want to drag my bag out of the door like how my sister dragged hers. I want to wake up at 5am like my parents, knowing that I have a flight to catch to get me outta here.
It is not that I'm dying here but the days are getting
old.It feels like the same week on rewind. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
I thought I'd enjoy the feeling of having my room to myself (or should I say the entire house for myself). But seeing them leave just made me think about how I love to travel, how I still fantasize about being a professional traveler. Like Megan McCormick on Globe Trekker. I like the idea of getting paid to travel. Not that working on Globe Trekker is easy, but it seems to beat some office job in the CBD.
Then I thought of all the places I want to go, the things I want to do, the stuff I want to eat, the sights I want to see and all the experiences that I want to have.
I'm such an escapist. I think I can be a professional daydreamer.
Rachel typed at 9:38 pm
