The afternoon sun was too much for my dreams.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, climbed out of bed, and before my groggy brain could formulate the first constructive thought, it hit me like a bullet.
“This isn’t Singapore”
Today would have been my first day in Malaysia, had I made my flight yesterday. For very personal reasons, I had to let my $700 ticket go to waste, and so my seat on United flight 895 from Chicago to Singapore remained empty. I guess whoever had the window seat beside of mine was pretty happy.
I knew that it would be painful not getting back to Asia as planned, but I never expected this. Someone might as well have drooped a bag of concrete across my shoulders. When I opened my front door, and looked out into the quiet street in the middle of suburbia Kentucky, I let out a slight whimper.
There wasn’t the sweet smell of hot oil in a wok cooking up something wonderful. There were no sputtering tuk-tuks with obnoxious drivers calling me over for a ride. No random chickens on the street, kids shouting hello, or the steady hum of motorcycles which clog the streets in Asia…..there was nothing. I was staring down the barrel of a simple, disgustingly predictable, lack of adventure. Not only that, but I have officially inched closer over the line that differentiates people between “vagabonding” and “looser without a job”.
I came back inside and went back to bed.
On the only positive note of the day, I did meet up with a local traveler and her friend at my Irish pub. We met via CouchSurfing.com which I am finding out holds a wealth of potential friendships with local travelers, whether you plan to crash their couches or not. We had a fun night, but at closing time when we went our separate ways, I knew what was going to happen. Tomorrow when I wake up, I will find myself still standing in Lexington, KY waiting for something to happen.
I’ll take the pirates, Al qaeda bombings, land mines, and jungle of Indonesia over this any day.
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