Life underneath a southern cross (aka The Road Less Travelled Tour)
by Ranil on Apr.18, 2009
The things I’ve seen and the things I’ve done I wouldn’t change for the world. I’ve seen beauty and sadness. I’ve jumped from waterfall and swam in blue ocean waters surrounded by white sand. I’ve met strangers who became family and strengthened ties with far away relatives. But my heart still belongs to LA and the faces that I left behind.
For a few hours of the day we reside on the same day but each night we look up at the same sky albeit under different stars. My travels are over for now but I feel like there’s something I missed. Like there was something I forgot to do. I kayaked down the river in Vang Vieng; hunted frogs on the island of Bohol; parasailed on the beach of Borocay; ate a scorpion in Thailand and yet I still feel an aching to do more. But the time for travels has passed and reality continues.
So I glimpse up at the stars that ruled my childhood and let forgotten memories find their way to the surface. Minor things like my old love of Rugby (re-discovered in Vang Vieng), using the world toilet, or the funny way I used to say missile. All the things lost on my way to adulthood. Where the road takes me next I don’t know but I know that in many ways I’m still an Australian who lived in America who then came back to Australia an American most of all.
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