the travel bug

I have a hard time processing feelings from my travels. My most recent trip took me to the Philippines, Thailand, and Cambodia. It was one of the most monumental experiences I have ever had. The feelings and experiences were so intense, genuine, raw, eye-opening, heart breaking, exhilirating, and beautiful. One aspect that creates perfection in beauty and tragedy is that you will only experience the things you do one time in your life. One single stinking time. No matter where I travel to in my life, or how many times I return, or if I ever return to the Philippines my experiences from each single milisecond in time from my first trip will never ever happen again. Those times exist only in my memory which often creates a painting that is not exact. Pictures, thoughts, sounds, and certainly smells can triggers thoughts and memories so intense that I often get adrenaline. There is not a day that goes by that I do no reflect on my trip or attempt to further the digestive process of my travels. I will often have dreams a few times a week and think, "wow I am really going back!" To wake up after such a dream is a truly a nightmare. The places will be there, but I can never have the same experience. There is not enough that can be said about the people who share one's experience's. The people who are there walking alongside you. When I think back and reflect on my experiences, it makes me ache that I can not have something in my life that is as drastic or rich right now, I will never have those same experiences again and sometimes that makes me want to cry. However I did experience the things I did and I would not change that for the world, I can only wish to change it.