crazee dayzeez

Things that are currently crazy:

1) I am in KATHMANDU, NEPAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and have been(unless I am, uh, not. This is a scheduled post. I am incredibly frightened of flying. I hope my fears do not prove to be rational. This could get awkward, folks)
2) Since starting my blog (June '09, babay), I have traveled to: Peru, Hong Kong/ Singapore/ Thailand, Guatemala, New York City, Montreal, Calgary, and Vancouver. Uh.... (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Now, I know that I don't usually blog about my travels. This is simply because I, uh, want to you know, maintain that reputation of mine. Yeah, you know. THAT reputation. When you all come on here and you just can't help but think, "AW MAN. Lexy! She's a cool cat! And she seems so mysterious! Ooooh." (Sirens will play, paralleling to my air of mystery.) So yeah. Sorry, kids. (Also, I'm extremely lazy and traveling and internet just don't coincide. So, hey! It's justified.) (Those seven words formed a beautiful rhyme scheme. Dream. Beam. I want ice cream.)

But, honestly. I am really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really lucky to have been able to travel as much as I do. It's such an incredible gift. Traveling is absolutely a passion of mine: I relish is discovery and exploring and the WORLD is the perfect backdrop for fueling this. I can't even describe my gratitude. (HIMUM&DAD.)(YOU DON'T READ MY BLOG) (*YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A 'BLOG IS') (SORRY I'M SHOUTING AT YOU.ISH.) (YEAH. I WILL STOP.)

Through all my travels, I've undoubtedly picked up little things here and there. But, to my surprise, I have never had an "OH MY WERD MY LIFE HAS CHANGED" immediately after returning into my home moment. This isn't a bad thing. Because traveling has changed me, just over an extended period of time. It's a part of me. As I think about it, traveling and seeing the world has formed a really big part of the core of my essence and view on life. I love life. I LOVE LIFE. For me, every day is just a marvelous gift. I'm so, so, so, so, so, so lucky. Just to be alive. To be free. To have opportunities.

Traveling has given me perspective. It's made me realize the insignificance of my problems. And about our global roles. And how lucky we are. It's also made me a dreamer. The world is so full of possibilities. When I'm trapped in my little bubble of life, sometimes I forget that this isn't all. I forget what's out there. THERE'S SO MUCH. I want to see it all, absorb it all. Life is about exploration and evolution and, for me, traveling is perfect for this.

In my life, I know that I definitely want to see the world. Not only see it, but LIVE IN IT. The travels that have resonated with me the most are Peru and Guatemala because they were not tour-based (hi, my mom is anal and we happen to rawkkkk the jam-packed tour-ing skillz) but volunteered based. At a school and at an orphanage. It's shocking how significant these trips were, even today. I have these kids faces and smiles permanently implemented in the back of my mind and it really makes me want to cry. It's heartbreaking. There's this sense of accomplishment, of helping others. But really? Did we help others? I come back to Canada and become swept into the complaints of high school and the addiction to the internet and the whines and cries and gahhhhh. The nature of traveling also gives me shivers: as much as I relish in them, it's like BAMGONE (the integration of two words in one emphasize the bamgone-ness. yup.) We return to society and we return to old traits. I guess that's also the nature of life: swept into society.

I don't know.

Nepal is of this similar v0lunteer-based nature. In addition to trekking lots and lots (so if mishaps regarding the plane doesn't occur, you can assure that I will fall off the mountain) (AH I AM KIDDING NO NO NO I AM NOT RAVEN THIS WILL NOT OCCUR), we will be volunteering at schools in rural villages. I've been looking forward to this trip since I was a young 'un and barely into the double digits in terms of age. So I will channel my inner 9-year-old and let out an EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK! (who am I kidding? This "eeeek-ing" is a normal occurrence of mine...)

Seriously. I am so sleep-deprived right now, but I could talk about traveling for eons and eons. Could. But won't. Because, yeah, I should probably sleep. But I should summarize this massive post that no one really read (except for -- oh hai stalker luvvvv ya xxxx) (this was the point where I was hoping the stalker would magically pop into my life and seductively say, "luvvvvvvvvv ya 2 babezzzz. here's chocolate."). But yesss. Traveling is incredible. I am so fucking lucky. We all are, actually. Being alive. Being able to type words an the screen and not being compensated. Being able to have a screen. Being able to have a home or a bed. A life.

For the day my parents' discover my blog (or what the word "blog" means, for the matter), I will be all cutsey and dedicate this blog post to them. Oh, so sentimental. (This counts for all your forgotten past birthday gifts. And all future ones. I'm such an angel daughter. Planning ahead, you know.)

So let's raise a virtual cheer? I hope you're all lifting your virtual glasses of bubbly. And by "bubbly" I mean sparkling apple juice, mmm.
To my mom and dad for not sending me to summer camps or buying expensive cottages by the muskoka! long plane rides prevail in incredible-ness. I am truly lucky and grateful.

FINALLY IN CONCLUSION, I will see all you munchkins in April! (WOOOOAH APRIL.) I hope you're all marvelous.

What are some of your traveling dreams or experiences or tell me a story or maybe we can just, like, chat?