on traveling alone

as i board the shuttle that would take me across the terminal to the departure lounge at the KLIA [kuala lumpur international airport], i am struck by a sense of deja vu.

last year this time, i was flying around the UK and spent considerable time waiting at airports, bus terminals, transit and departure lounges. somehow, here i am again -traveling on my own. and i thought i was done with it.

no doubt, this time, it is for work, and maybe, 70% pleasure. but it's still the same - traveling alone.

while it may seem glamourous to many, the fact that i fly around, i get to travel, and i get to just up and go; it is also a vastly lonely life.

last year, i was telling my friend that, yes, six months of traveling is fun, but six months of traveling alone is not as fun as it looks.

to and fro i go. while i may get to meet the unexpected friend along the way, there is also a sense of over-independence and solitude.

a quiet that is always with you.

a feeling that at the end of the day, when you close the door to your room, you're with yourself again.