Travel Delia is way cooler than home Delia–sorry for those of you who only see home delia! When I’m away, I think critically, but I’m also more laid back about obstacles and delays. I’m thrilled to sit in a crowded train station on a hot Egyptian night, people watching, reading and soaking it all in. At home? I look like one of those Bostonians your mom told you about, the Massholes you shouldn’t bother.
But every day you can litterally wake up and be someone new. Every person you meet is the opportunity to make the changes you’ve been thinking about, or maybe even implementing, the ones your old friends don’t notice because their image of you is trapped in resin like a mosquito. Who Says I can’t be Travel Delia every day?
When I’m away I…
- read or look out the window on pretty much every form of transportation, instead of always listening to my ipod
- write way more
- don’t worry about hygeine
- am far more likely to talk to a stranger
- am barefoot!
- am open to hearing new opinions
- am more of a listener (but, let’s face it, still a pretty big talker…)
- randomly help strangers and travelling companions alike
- am more mindful of how often I speak, when I interupt, and how loud I am
- practice yoga most days
- wake up early
- fly solo
- arrive on time almost everywhere, unless it really is beyond my control (see: Benin)
- go to all kinds of cultural festivals and museums
- take notes. All the time. And I love it.
- am thankful every time I have AC, halfway-decent food and a bed without bedbugs (regular bugs don’t bother me)
- am not at all scared of bugs
- dance more; smile more; hum to myself
- take lots of pictures of my friends
- play sports
- don’t worry so much about what I’m wearing, since my choices are limited
- pay more attention
- take better care of myself
- challenge myself
- let myself fail
- write thank you notes
- walk everywhere
- play with children and strangers
- talk to every kid I meet
This year I’m doing something different: I’m staying home, and I’m loving it. And I’ve been inspired by my travels and by Thoreau to apply my travel mindset to home–the local, the domestic, the unnoticed and the seemingly-banal. Because that’s what the point of this blog is: to think critically, live happily, examine everything and go forth with equal parts whimsy and thoughtful care. After all, the people, language, culture and politics of Massachusetts and America at large are no less interesting or worthy than those on all the other continents, in all the other states.
Are you different when you get into a new environment? How and why? Does it have to be far away, or is it just the presence of new people?