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Itchy feet

So as it turns out, it doesn't matter how happy and content I am, the lure of the backpacking adventure still beckons. The only downside is the actual traveling to get anywhere...shouldn't someone have invented a teleportation machine by now?

It's time to hit the road again, this time with a male backpacking virgin for company (this seems to be a recurring theme, me reassuring my travel companions that the hostel we're staying in really is pretty good, despite the electrifying shower heads, bed bugs and dodgy looking leaky communal toilets).

Will the urge to travel ever leave? I doubt it. But this time I have valium on my side.

Silence is a happy thing

The whole "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" philosophy is clearly so not me. If things are down, there's always something to moan about. If things are up, I'm too busy enjoying them to say anything!

So for the record: I'm not a miserable downer. I'm not always going through a hard time or bemoaning the fate of my world. Things aren't always hard.

In fact, things are great. All the things that really matter put a smile on my face, a spring in my step, a song in my heart, and all manner of other cliches. Now we all just have to remember what really matters.

Circling back around

It always seems to come back to the bloody star signs. I can go without reading them for a few months, then the one day I check them, BAM! How does he always manage to get me thinking?

And then the rational part of me thinks, but hang on, he just puts it out there hoping it will kind of fit almost everyone...so I think, right, I'm onto his game, I'll read the other star signs...but somehow it's only ever mine that seems to ring so true.

So here I sit wondering if I am heading back down paths well trodden again, wondering if there is any way that you can defy gravity if the ground is actually you?

Setting boundaries

So where does it start and where does it end? You start off by outlining one little rule just to make sure everyone stays happy. Then you turn around and suddenly that little rule, that little line in the sand, has turned into a full scale fence...and the paddock around you doesn't seem that big.

Loving someone so much that you want them to be happy means you want to give them the freedom to do whatever they want...but does that mean that should be at the cost of your own happiness sometimes? Or is the theory that if they love you enough then they wouldn't do anything that makes you unhappy?

Everyone needs a little guidance sometimes. And you don't always know where the line stops. Or starts, as the case may be. Sometimes you just have to do what it takes to make sure you can look back and think "I gave it everything I could have."