my journeys, this blog

train journey.  Margao, Goa → Hampi, Karnataka. India, early 2005.  Film.

Because life is about the journey, not the destination!!

I’m not someone known to embrace oversimplified philosophical quotes, but the truth is, enjoying the journey is something I’m actually really good at.  And I’m not one to say I’m good at things (oh what I’d have given for a bit of that naive conceit when I was a teenager).

I love airports, driving slow on dirt roads, even the longest of train rides – such as that in India when it took 11 hours to travel 300 km while the tiniest of cockroaches scampered over my feet.  Even that dusty bus ride from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, when I got on the wrong bus, sat in the back seat, which was broken and folded me in half with every pothole we hit, a small Cambodian boy sleeping with his head on my shoulder, listening to the guy next to me crunching a ginormous fried spider (seriously – gross), was awesome.

I do, in fact, love the journey.  As in LOVE.

Of course, the theoretical sense it’s entirely different from the physicality of sitting on a plane watching a movie.  Or in my case, chasing a two year old up and down the aisle apologizing to all of the people he’s smoking with his mini flailing arms.  It’s also a changed since having three kids – three destructive boys –  who don’t much like to sit still.  And I’ve had my share of bad days living in foreign countries where I want to smoke people myself for their lack of ability to queue in a line when Christmas shopping.  But I try to enjoy the adventures I’m lucky enough to experience.  And I’m thankful to have such a great family to share it all with.

We move a lot, travel a lot, create small adventures in our life as much as we can.  So I thought I’d chronicle these days of our lives for our friends and family, to keep everyone up to date about what continent we’re currently living on.