Unwritten

After the motion sickness from the metro cleared and I checked my luggage in, I felt light. Not literally, because this Nikon D810 and its lenses are bloody heavy. But mentally. That feeling started setting in when I left Rehan's home, actually, but it took a little while to get used to.

I think it's me shifting out of whatever gear my usual life is in, and into something far less defined. See, I'm getting ready to be so far removed from the game I've been playing in my real life, geographically and practically, that those mental circuits can't fire; there's just not much to be done about the daily stressors.

And it feels familiar. Like the last time I went to Turkey. The sense that this moment isn't heavily constrained by anything, and that the next moments are whatever I can make of them.

This is the point of travel, for me.

I'm flying to another country with no bookings, just a vague idea that I've got to wind up in Sarajevo, Bosnia by the 18th to join this tour group thing that I don't have a concrete reason for even joining. Just following a vague gut instinct.

If you're curious to know where that gut instinct leads, come back here. I'll keep you posted, from now until June 20th, when I switch back the gears :)