Life is hectic and complicated, even moreso when you have children and a full time career to take care of. Add in each individual dreams that are intertwined with the present, life becomes a full time exciting chaos.
We have to live in the present with one eye on the future, it is a constant balancing act.
Joseph and I met at a time when we had to be responsible individuals. We skipped the part of getting "to know you" and straight away had Alex. Naturally, we regressed to getting to know each other in bits and pieces throughout the years. So for us, we are not just living our present and preparing for the future, we are also looking back, way back to have a better understanding of each other's nooks and crannies.
It has always been one of my frustrations not being able to bring my skating shoes with me in my travels. I always like to try skating rinks in different countries but skating shoes are not particularly light nor small. Whether a solo traveler or with my family, suitcase space is important.
I once tried the skating rink of Rockefeller Center in New York under the watchful eyes of Prometheus and I badly wished I had my shoes with me. Wearing rentals is such a raffle draw, either the blade is too worn out, toe pick damaged or worst.... wet inside soles.
When I found out there is a trip to Kazakhstan for a skiing weekend and found out that they have the highest open skating rink in the world, or so it is claimed, I knew I have to bring them shoes. But perhaps will have to hide the fact from Joseph, he is such a practical traveler, I will earn a disapproving finger wag "no".
When I saw the post by Trekkup Dubai about Kazakhstan, I was sold! Not thinking that we have never been in a snowy place (other than man made Ski Dubai), let alone ski. Totally disregarding safety, I was sold.
It said in the weather forecast, it will possibly be -7 C. Brrrr! I can almost feel the pain my knees will have to endure. Every time I go to a cold place, my knees give up. It happened to me in London, Jebel Jais mountains, and Adams Peak in Sri Lanka. Those times were definitely not fun and they were nowhere near -7 C weather. The pain was murderous.
However, like a masochist, I was resolved to do it. Visiting one of the 'stans is in my bucket list and it is so going to be ticked off this year.
As I wrote it on 23 June 2014.
It felt like the longest 7 months of working, planning and working some more, non-stop.
There were days I cried, I fell ill or just felt like I pushed myself too far. There were days when I got cranky as hell or seriously depressed just for being tired and hungry. I was overworked and was skipping meals to either work some more (job) or work on the plans
But as the saying goes, never give up. So, I didn't.
I pushed myself until I feel like I reached my breaking point. I rest to recover from the tension and then I resume working on it again.
We used to flip through the pages of glossy magazines or colourful webpages, drool and gawk at gorgeous places we only dreamed of seeing. We used to daydream over the idea of food we might never get to taste. Wondered how each destination feels.