Yesterday, circumstances made me take a look around, at my stuff, to see what I can pack inside my backpack. My mind wandered to a life lived on the road. Jumping from beachside to beachside, that’s the dream.
I look at my backpack and the first thought was: How am I going to fit my four dogs in that? And my mom. And my Body Attack classes. Everything else, I can pack. My gears, my fins, a few shirts and shorts to rotate.
I turn to the constellations and think that, yeah, I’m Sag. I make a home — I just need a long leash. I am attached, still. Lovely attachments, I don’t really mind them. But when home doesn’t feel like home… that’s when the wanderer in me kicks in and kicks my butt for being weighed down by attachments.
I reckon this new version of Travel Dive Connect considers the attachments. Originally, this was supposed to be a grand 2 month trip, an adventure that takes the social media crowd along. 2 years of trying to get it funded, plus the realization of how short-lived such a campaign is… and now it’s this.
I am still trying to get it together. No FB ads yet. And no meaty content, by my standards, yet. I figure I’m still at that process of taking out stuff from my backpack just so I can move.
Kayo? Saan ba patungo and what’s in your backpack?
