It's Gonna Take A Lot To Drag Me Away From You, There's Nothing That A Hundred Men Or More Could Ever Do, I Bless The Rains Down In Africa
--"Africa (cover)", Straight No Chaser
I've always wanted to travel to Ireland and Australia. Those have always been two countries that have held an unexplained interested for me. I don't know if it's the wonderful accents, the scenery as shown on film or television, or this general sense that I would like it there. It's the same feeling I had before visiting Boston. I just knew I would like the city based on what little I heard or what little people told about it. It would be the same with those two countries. I have no doubt in my mind that I would feel emboldened and enriched after having visited either place.
The only reason I don't hop on a plane and take a vacation at either place now? Indeed, the only reason I don't leave the country ever?
I don't have a passport.
The entirely idiotic thing is the only reason I don't get a passport is because I know if I do my parents will force me go back to the homeland, the Philippines. I don't want to go. I know I'd be uncomfortable and I'd be itching to leave as soon as possible. The reason I know this is because everyone I know that's been there has never been 100% enthused about going. All I get back is middling reports of it being okay--boring with occasional chances of fun. Why would I want to subject myself to that? And, frankly, the main reason why they can't insist I go is because I lack a passport. It's the last roadblock to their wheedling me to visit. I know it's a stupid reason not to travel where I want to go, but I'm stubborn like that. It's kind of like not applying for a driver's license because you don't want to drive to see your grandma. That's me. I'd rather spite myself for a spell rather than own up to my parents that their wishes are not my wishes. I don't even know how long I've been doing this consciously since for a long time I really had no plans to leave the country. However, somewhere along the way I realized that my lack of a passport could be very useful.
However, lately, I've been really bit by the traveling bug. From thinking it'd be kind of neat to see Hilary play in Europe, to the aforementioned excursions to Ireland and Australia, to wanting to compete in The Amazing Race, to the simple desire to see PEI for once--I'm really getting close to caving in and beginning the process of obtaining my stupid passport. That means I'm either going to have confront my parents and letting them know that I'll never travel to the Philippines or lying to them some more and telling them that I still don't have it. I'm thinking it's going to take a team of wild horses to drag me down to that country.
Yeah, I think I'll stick with the story I don't have one yet. That'd be the safer bet in the long run.
Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers
I've always wanted to travel to Ireland and Australia. Those have always been two countries that have held an unexplained interested for me. I don't know if it's the wonderful accents, the scenery as shown on film or television, or this general sense that I would like it there. It's the same feeling I had before visiting Boston. I just knew I would like the city based on what little I heard or what little people told about it. It would be the same with those two countries. I have no doubt in my mind that I would feel emboldened and enriched after having visited either place.The only reason I don't hop on a plane and take a vacation at either place now? Indeed, the only reason I don't leave the country ever?
I don't have a passport.
The entirely idiotic thing is the only reason I don't get a passport is because I know if I do my parents will force me go back to the homeland, the Philippines. I don't want to go. I know I'd be uncomfortable and I'd be itching to leave as soon as possible. The reason I know this is because everyone I know that's been there has never been 100% enthused about going. All I get back is middling reports of it being okay--boring with occasional chances of fun. Why would I want to subject myself to that? And, frankly, the main reason why they can't insist I go is because I lack a passport. It's the last roadblock to their wheedling me to visit. I know it's a stupid reason not to travel where I want to go, but I'm stubborn like that. It's kind of like not applying for a driver's license because you don't want to drive to see your grandma. That's me. I'd rather spite myself for a spell rather than own up to my parents that their wishes are not my wishes. I don't even know how long I've been doing this consciously since for a long time I really had no plans to leave the country. However, somewhere along the way I realized that my lack of a passport could be very useful.
However, lately, I've been really bit by the traveling bug. From thinking it'd be kind of neat to see Hilary play in Europe, to the aforementioned excursions to Ireland and Australia, to wanting to compete in The Amazing Race, to the simple desire to see PEI for once--I'm really getting close to caving in and beginning the process of obtaining my stupid passport. That means I'm either going to have confront my parents and letting them know that I'll never travel to the Philippines or lying to them some more and telling them that I still don't have it. I'm thinking it's going to take a team of wild horses to drag me down to that country.
Yeah, I think I'll stick with the story I don't have one yet. That'd be the safer bet in the long run.
Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers
Labels: Parents, passports, stubborness, traveling
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