By Marie. July 12, 2025

I found it while packing—a thick, weathered notebook I thought I’d lost. Its spine was softened by time, its pages slightly curled, as if it had been breathing quietly in a forgotten corner, waiting for me to return. Before my first trip to Southeast Asia, this notebook was my anchor. I had written everything: flight numbers, ticket codes, hotel addresses, embassy hotlines. Each line a thread in the safety net I wove for myself.
But what surprised me most wasn’t the logistics—it was the manifests. Pages upon pages of Susan Sprout-like affirmations, scribbled in colored ink and underlined with hope.
“I will meet kind strangers.”
“My feet will find sacred ground.”
“I am open to the magic of detours.”
I had forgotten how much I needed those words back then. How I wasn’t just preparing to travel—I was preparing to transform. That notebook wasn’t just a checklist. It was a quiet prayer.
Now, years later, I hold it again. And I realize: the journey didn’t begin at the airport. It began here, between boarding passes and blessings.
The following weren't in my notebook, but perhaps these manifests could be in yours?