Last Sunday to Tuesday was one of the longest 48 hours this year. Four flights, four different cities (because the necessities), minor to major delays, it was hard to believe we did it safe and sound, with some back (and b*tt) pain.
This trip shows no words could describe how traveling could bring so many life discomforts yet couldn’t help entertain them if an opportunity knocked.
This time, we traveled out of the normal one we do due to several reasons and twists that came along the way.
The sudden change of plans for the last four months, the sudden notifications at the last minute that pushed the brain to think harder than before, the countless zikr spelled, the pain all over the face as usual due to the change of weather, numerous bathroom trips all over the flights, yet, I will still choose to do it all over again once all those things became the past.
If it’s not love, then I don’t know what it is.
What I learn, you want to travel with the right companions. Not only one with the same vision but also one with different functions. When one is good at one thing, the other should cover the other area. Like when one is good at dealing with little details, the other one should be good at taking care of big problems. When one is highly anxious, the other two must be cool and chill.
Another advice: travel light and free when you’re young and blessed with the time and energy, travel comfortably when you’re older when you have the money.
It made sense why Islam strongly recommends us to be rich when I had to deal with the long queue on the few last rows to get out of the plane in the midnight to catch another flight within 15 minutes.
A Penny for My Pensieve 