The Audacity of Hope (to travel and other luxuries)
I was in the process of updating my resume and cover letter this morning, so I was looking for my old ones in my email account. Then I came upon these emails between me and my sister for the duration of her Europe trip last year. I was drawn in by our conversations about family, travel tidbits, and updates on SYTYCD season 3. Really amusing, considering it was around the same time last year when she went.
She had just graduated from UBC and really went forward with this backpack-through-Europe thing that all college graduates seem to do. She and her friends started at London and went around for about a month. The first day she landed in London she called and told me that 1. "There are 5 H&M's on this street, do you want anything?" (right, like I even know what's in H&M's then, let alone express any interest); and 2. it's raining. And it continued to rain throughout most of her trip (or so I'm told). The emails went back and forth, with a couple of episodes and of course, prevalent themes.
One episode was that she realizing she forgot her eurail pass at home. I had to mail it from here to her in Amsterdam. I kept asking her if she'd tried any herrings yet. Don't ask, it's a "The Producers" thing (even though the character was Swedish). Another episode was that she was trapped on a bus going from Corfu to Athens (?) I can't recall. Anyhow, apparently there was a fire in Athens or something, that's why she was stuck on a freakin' bus for something like 12 hours. Insane.
Themes, of course, include homesickness. Like asking me who wants what from where, or the burning desire to eat rice, even if it came from sketchy touristy Chinese restaurants. She asked about everyone's schedules so she could call at the right times. However, that was completely necessary, because my mom would freak out if she does not call. Like right now, she's freaking out because my sister had not called from Kelowna for the past two days she's there. Another thing is the money issue. Seems like everyone has money issues when they travel in Europe. Maggie was so broke by the end of it she had only chocolates to eat when she was in Belgium. I deposited money to her account and I told her about it in the emails.
Sometimes reminiscing is fun. Others not so much. I just looked at my cousin's blog for the first time. She has her own life now, I barely know this person. Obviously she would say the same about me, but it's still sad to realize that. She lives in Shanghai now, apparently, with her boyfriend. Who knew?
So when we were growing up, I was always the one who got to go places. I was the one who went to live in Dallas for a summer, and I was the one who went on an exchange trip to Japan in high school. After that the amount of traveling I've done dropped to zero. Zero. No traveling for me of any kind. Not even out of Vancouver. My sister, on the other hand, traveled to Europe, she went on business trips to such exotic locales as Kelowna and Victoria. Shall I say this with jealousy, or a sense of left behind and stuck? A little of both, I would think.