The Romantic Life of a Backpacker

The ups and downs of sex, dating and relationships on the go

Moving On September 12, 2009

Filed under: Random Babbling — Lindsay @ 9:30 am

It’s been a crazy summer filled with cottages, booze cruises, golf games, moments in the rain, hot tubbing, sushi, visits from friends from far places and “I love you’s”. Yes, I love you’s. George finally, after all this time, confessed his true feelings for me.

And now? This former backpacker, mother of a furr baby and girlfriend is getting an upgrade to live-in girlfriend. Come October 1st, George and I will attempt to take our relationship to the next level. I terrified yet excited beyond belief.


Beautiful Disasters May 25, 2009

Filed under: Ponderings,Random Babbling — Lindsay @ 12:27 pm

Do you ever get the feeling that there is something coming that has such a finality to it?

I know something is coming- just not when, what, who, how or why. But for some reason, I don’t think knowing any of that will prevent it or make it easier.


Missing the High Life May 20, 2009

Filed under: Random Babbling — Lindsay @ 11:19 am

The corporate world. Such a strange place for a backpacker. Even stranger that, if only for a brief period of time, I’ve enjoyed it. But I feel myself getting restless as part of the rat race. Making money to essentially have nothing to show for it.

I long for the days where I could grab a cocktail or beer at any hour and not have people question if it was a bit early or if I had some sort of dependency problems. I long for the days where waking up early happened naturally and usually involved throwing on a bikini and some boardies and hitting the ocean instead of skirts, dress shirts, heels, make up, hair done, getting into the car and knowing that the next eight hours of my life just pass the time.

This backpacker needs to win the lottery…and find a way to bring the purring furball backpacking.


Laundry Service May 19, 2009

Filed under: Random Babbling — Lindsay @ 4:53 pm

I know it may sound weird but one of the things I miss the most about the south was laundry service. I loved being able to drop off my clothes and pick them up the same or next day-all freshly washed and folded, without having to dedicate hours of my life to doing it.

Here’s my thing. I’m obsessive when it comes to my washing my clothes. Not obsessive like most people might think-I have to separate everything and I can not, under any circumstance mix my whites, darks, colours, hand wash darks, hand wash colours and hand wash whites together.  I’m sure you can see my problem.

The other problem? I hate folding.

Put it all together and you can see why a laundry service is definitely for me. If I can’t see them washing it all together, I’m fine. And they fold it. All I ahev to do is put it away.

Now here’s my dilemma: finding somewhere near me (in the burbs *shoots self*) that provides this service. It really can’t be all that much more than dry cleaning, I mean, they are literally just throwing them in a machine (I’d totally separate colours), changing machines and then folding them. I jsut can;t be bothered to do it myself.

My dryer hates me. It takes at least 60 to 90 minutes for one load to dry. At least. And that’s not even a large load.

*sigh* Somedays, I’m totally pathetic.


It’s Been Awhile April 5, 2009

Filed under: Love Or Something Like It,Random Babbling — Lindsay @ 10:32 pm

“Real life” just isn’t as inspiring as my backpacking life. I just don’t feel that same way about it. The passion and excitement of wanting to share my adventures with the world isn’t the same. I mean my romantic life is stable (I’m with George-the man of my dreams, the man that encouraged and inspired my travels), the other man in my life is not actually a man (hey they vet and the shelter both said my purring beast was a he…but I love her just the same) and I’m not really doing any traveling which kind of negates the main point of this blog.

However, this evening I was reminiscing about last year. I mean, here I am, a little over a year since I created this blog. I’ve done so much, seen so much and experience so much. I’ve grown and changed and have become a person I like and a person I want to be.  A year ago, I was heartbroken, wanting nothing more than to escape those feelings. A year ago, I was wounded, desperately clinging to some idea that George might actually want me to stay, that he might want to be with me. A year ago, I was in love and grieving. A year ago, I just needed to escape so that I could deal with emotions from the past and at the time, the present, that I had buried.

Now, I’m happy and confident. I have a fantastic job and I am with the love of my life. And we’re happy. We make each other happy. And while he hasn’t said those three words that I would love to hear more than anything in this world, I’m not really worried about it. His actions speak volumes and it’s hard for him and I get that. I’ve learned that he needs to take things in his own time and while it was hard at first, I’m finally able to do that. Not that I want to make it seem like I’m rushing into things but there is a possibility that we may be moving in together in the fall. Providing, of course, that he can let go of his past relationship experiences with that and feel that we are different.

Oh right, I promised to tell you all about Barcelona. Well, I went to visit Melanie, who now lives there. While the weather was cool, the vino was cheap and it was an incredible way to relax and let go. I ventured into the mountains, chilled on la playa and man did we walk. Everywhere. I don’t think I even walked that much while I was backpacking. Go me?