Its been a year and a half, but I'm finally making it back to complete the trip I never finished. There's been a lot of unfinished travels, of the physical and emotional nature, but I know ill get there someday. Sometimes its just not the right time.
I remember how scared I was after having a knife held to my neck, broad daylight, people mere meters away on the street; yet there I was left behind, a frazzled heap on the floor, empty, robbed and defenseless. Going to Colombia then was a nonoption. I couldn't walk around by myself without jumping if someone so much as made eye contact with me.
Sometimes I think I'm invincible. I was at a point then where I did feel just that. I had no cares, no responsibilities, no restrictions, and no one could touch me. I was proven wrong, but in a way maybe it was a lesson to keep me in check and teach me that I have to pay attention to the world around me. Now that I'm going back, I'm over my fear of Colombia, hopefully.
My four months were amazing, but I always felt that it was a brief glimpse of more to come. I went through a period of a few months last year where I allowed someone to convince me I could do it again, but longer and on a much larger scale. While everything this person told me was essentially a lie, the one thing that was true was that this is in my future. I don't know when the right time will be, but I feel it coming soon. I have a Google doc that has been updated every day, with tidbits of information of every place around the world I was meant to see. This will continue to be updated until the point in time when the stars align and something happens that allows me to take this journey. New York is my home, but its never been big enough for me. There are 1,000 places to see before you die, and I'm nowhere close to crossing them all off. I know, because that too became a Google doc ;)
I suppose the next fear I'll have to overcome is choosing more wisely who I can let convince me of anything and be allowed to join me.
