Musings of a person suffering from severe jet lag

Slept at 5:00PM, woke up at 1:30AM (10:30 AM, LA time) just about an hour from when I started writing this entry. I’m the only one up and about in this quiet, pitch black house as apparently, jet lag has nothing on the rest of my family. While the regulatory part of their brains are more amenable to the change in time zone, mine still thinks I live on the other end of the world and thus demanded caffeine enter my system stat. So I now am having my hot coffee, eating breakfast, and alternating between missed episodes of Gossip Girl and Grey’s Anatomy and putting my thoughts into typing here, all at this ungodly hour of 3:07 AM. 

Each time I travel to a different place, I feel that something changes inside of me. A different train of thought, a new quirk I picked up, an old precept I let go of, truths revealed and illusions dissolved. When traveling, my mind absorbs a million different things and expands to such great heights that it would be impossible not to be fractionally different than who I originally was. After about one month of travel, during which I had a total of 7 flights ( 9, including connecting flights) to Singapore, LA, Boston, Texas, and back to the Philippines, I can say for certain that I’m not the same person I started out with. It’s just inevitable, really. You grow.  

Another thing I realized after living consecutively in four different places is that what is in front of you becomes your reality. When I was in Boston I was the busy girl in a busy town trying to keep up with an atmosphere bursting with activity. When I was in Texas I was the laid back girl soaking up the spring sun and the cool air while shopping in outlet stores spread out on vast land. Where I was was my reality; when you get used to a way of life, it becomes difficult to imagine yourself anywhere else but. 

And now I’m back in the Philippines, readjusting my perspective, and suffering from severe jet lag while rambling on tumblr. Funny, I’m already starting to miss the different worlds I’ve experienced over the past month. The biting reality that is work starts tomorrow. All too fast, all too soon, but I’m hoping my Traveler’s spirit will still keep me going anyway.

End of ramble and now back to Season 7, Episode 19 of Grey’s Anatomy.