About a year ago, I made a decision to travel like a crazy person. I was living internationally for the first (but hopefully not last) time in my life, and had easy access to an entirely new swath of the planet. Travel to all of SE Asia was never going to easier. Thus, the Suicide Travel Plan was born.
Since then, I've been a ridiculous number of places... Japan. South Korea. Taiwan. China. Indonesia. Malaysia. Brunei. Thailand. Vietnam. Cambodia. Laos. Sri Lanka. The Maldives. Germany. France. Britain. Not to mention all over India.
That's a damn lotta travel. And it's not over yet. I'm headed to the middle east in two days, for a two week stint. I've got another trip planed to the US in February, which will include sub-trips to LA to see my oldest friend (known her for 94% of my life), Wisconsin to see my family, and hopefully another layover someplace in Europe. And I'm still planning on taking the entire month of April off to travel before I repatriate to the US in May.
And, smushed in between now and May and those other already-planned trips, I am hoping to squeeze in a few more destinations too. But, as much as I hate to admit this, I think I'm reaching capacity. I've been procrastinating all of my travel planning lately, instead choosing to just lay on the couch and read a book. So, even though there are a few more places I really want to go (Bali, Doha, Manila, Penang, Luang Prabang), I don't think I'm going to do any of them. At best, I might choose to go to a few repeat destinations that are easy to get to and provided guaranteed enjoyment.
Or, I may wind up just continuing my travels to the couch. Who knows...
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