Today is “travel admin” day. I’m the last of my friends left in Nepal… left at the Hyatt. It’s true, I’m being *that* traveler right now. We all were for the last few days. “Treating ourselves” after living with no power, no hot water, no mattresses, no showers, for nearly 3 weeks. We were those people who travel to extraordinary places, yet then curl up to our regular north American luxuries. And it’s been weird being here. I won’t lie.
Weird to see the above view every day. Every morning. Every night. While we’re sitting at tables feeling full, drinking from the open bar, laughing at each others jokes, we look out onto the city of Kathmandu, where a mere few days ago I walked the streets and was horrified at the poverty I saw. It didn’t sit well with me. I felt guilty the entire time.
Traveling to Nepal made me realize how the simple act of me being born where I was, was the best luck I ever had. I am lucky. And if you’re reading this, so are you. I don’t really know what else to say, just that I am so humbled and thankful by the life I was given, and I hope if you’re reading this, you are too. Because no matter how bad things are, I promise with all my being, that things could be worse. A lot, lot worse.