Nostalgic Entry From My Travel JournalI have handwritten travel journals saved from nearly every journey I've taken since I was 18. My favorite thing in the world is to go back and read my journals. Take an unedited look as I turn the clock back a decade and indulge in my nostalgia.
Journal Entry: February 22, 2002 - 3:10 A.M.
I'm on Flight 98 to London Heathrow. It's so much more fun to say, "London Heathrow" than just plain "London". I've just gotten up from about a three hour nap. I've got about two hours left on this flight. (I had a sudden urge to floss, had it not been for this small piece of chicken caught in my back tooth, I would most likely still be asleep).
Friday in Chicago was good, I got everything accomplished. The only regret I have is missing the last three weeks of my creative writing class. I feel like I let the class down... or maybe I let myself down.
So far [insert name] and I are off to a positive start. I'm happy to be here and I'm happy to be here with him. For a while I had hesitation, I've never been on a trip like this with anyone. I usually prefer my own company when it comes to anything that has to do with travel, education or culture. I find those things oddly personal and difficult to share because most people don't possess my level of enthusiasm and I become insulted upon the realization. History, particularly European History, is my thing. I feel a connection when I'm in Europe, not with the people so much, but with their past.
But tonight on the plane, I became excited he was here with me. Excited that I could share this passion - my only passion - with him.
I'm expecting a lot out of this trip, out of the next six weeks of travel. But tonight, at this moment, I am only wishing for some humidity. My crunchy boogers are killing me!
Now... Read an excerpt from my 1995 travel blog -- when I was broke and backpacking (it's kind of awesome).