I need more hours to the day than 24.. 24 is simply not enough. I’ve been constantly on-the-go for the past 1,5 week. But it’s all fun. Mostly. England was amazing. So were the people I hung out with there. I went plane spotting with my best friend Ryan in Manchester one evening and the following morning. I had breakfast next to a Concorde (G-BOAC). I traveled to Oslo to attend a national convention which was extremely rewarding. Right now, I’m home for a quick nap and shower, as I am volunteering at a local music festival.
Sometimes, plane spotting provides for some excellent photo shots! SQ 777 (Singapore Airlines B777) in Manchester
In England, Ryan and I met up with Ricky and we had a great time.
Traveling. So much fun. Yet so exhausting. But it’s a good kind of exhaustion.
I need more money. To travel. To see, feel and experience the world. I haven’t seen enough. Yet. Or will I ever have seen enough? I doubt it.
I need comforting words when tragic events occur. Death certainly gives you time to think and reflect, but I don’t want a world where people only reflect on their own lives when they lose a loved one. We should appreciate the lives we live, everyday. Tell your loved ones how much they mean to you. Everyday. Because one day will be their last. We owe each other at least that much.
I feel very privileged to be able to do all that I do. I guess that’s the important part of it.