I walked back from office yesterday. It possibly a distance of 4 kilometres (maybe exaggerating, could be 3 and half). It was the sort of exercise that I havent done in months, ok years, ok ok maybe decades. The thing I can be really proud of was I did it in really tight leather shoes I bought a couple of days earlier. An hour(hour and half) of walking, an exhausted self and two subway sandwiches later, I have come to this realisation.
I want to travel the world. A friend of mine and I keep discussing this a lot. He too shares the same idea. But we havent got down towards making any real efforts in doing so. I have a few reasons for not doing so. I am scared of leaving a lot of stuff behind. I dont know whether in quantitative terms, they would mean a lot, but it is something I have worked( question mark) for. A more pertinent reason would be money. I dont have a lot of it, and I am not the backpacker variety to be able to sustain myself in YMCAs and run down lodges. More than that I would say it comes down to family. I guess what I am trying to say is that if I were to do this thing, I would like to do it with a family, maybe not the immediate one but a group of people with whom I would share a comfort level. The more philosophical ones would say that you would make your friends on the journey itself. But I have in my mind a few people with whom I would not hesitate to immediately begin travelling the world. if i get a yes from them, I dont mind leaving as soon as possible.
