I’ve used the last few weeks to make peace with not being able to be here permanently for the next year. In less than a month I’ll be in London, and while it’s an exaggeration to say I’m looking forward to it I don’t mind the thought half as much as I did a few weeks back. It will be good to spend some time in Europe, and I plan on making the most out of my obligatory family visit aka drag my parents all over the continent for two weeks, and visit the random white spots that are left on my Europe map – now my family don’t know about this plan yet, but I have a feeling that at least my mother would be more than thrilled to see the two of us take off for a little mother-daughter bonding trip together.
Aside from that I have also begun to put some serious thought into what I want to do next summer. At this point I’m thinking Bali, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam, maybe Fiji (still have friends there after all) and whatever else I can fit into two months. And then: a third month spent with my college crush touring southern central Europe and parts of the Silk Road, plus maybe some of the Middle East. Funny to think that about two years ago I would have gladly died for the opportunity to travel with him for an extended period of time. Now it’s him who brought up the plan and is pushing to nail down dates and countries…. and while I like the idea and am excited, I am also somewhat skeptical as to how we will survive spending this much time together.
Regardless: the bottom line is that I am excited about what’s to come, I am making the most out of the limited time that I have left here for now (hey, in fifteen months I’ll already be back in Boston as an MBA student!) and I’m hoping that the next year is going to be fun. World, here I come!
