as much as the truth hurts, that's how lonely i am.
travelling alone is a crazy idea. and it's even crazier when i know that i wouldn't really meet any new friends on the trip (socially awkward), thus making me felt even more lonely.
it just takes a few hours for me to really decide on this trip. just a day before i bought my train ticket, 2 days before i departed from my cozy home and my lil island.
getting roughly prepared, bought myself some toiletries and stuffed some (only) clothes and pants into my backpack and off i went, to a unplanned journey, or merely a light one-week-trip.
that's how i am i guess. after so long, i don't really change. doing things without plans, thinking that everything just somehow works fine and problems settle themselves down.
still doesn't really speak basic thai (which i've been mentioning about learning it all the time), i was off to a place with approximately 20% familiarity and zero communication ability. i still can't really speak daily-life english i reckoned.
leaving island is a big deal. a big deal for me who always choose staying at home over any other thing. no, not choose, i'm always left in my own world. not like anyone would trigger any tiny ripple on this dead lake.
and, somehow, i don't even know where i found the courage to leave island alone for the second time, i traveled over 1000km, to thailand. the place where i like a lot.
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