You know you’re a traveller when…
Living in a hostel room with 10 other people is not regarded as an unfortunate tragedy, but rather, a fun way of making friends and drinking buddies.
Your favourite book is The Beach.
You are bilingual (or at the very least, you can order beer in about 10 different languages).
When someone tells you that they don’t own a passport, you stare at them like they have just informed you that they’re actually the reincarnation of Hitler.
Back home, you are appalled when discovering that flip flops no longer constitute as proper footwear.
When you log on to Facebook, 75% of the status updates on your news feed are in a different language.
You smirk at people who consider themselves “travellers,” when all they have to their credit are family trips to Disney World, and Spring Break trips to Cuba.
When abroad, you own about 3 shirts that you wear everyday.
When you hear strangers talk about travelling, you immediately eavesdrop.
You spend more on alcohol than food.
You’ve dated more ‘foreigners’ than people from your own country.
You’ve also made out with people who doesn’t speak your language.
Back home, you seem to have a better immune system and higher alcohol tolerance than your friends.
In any given situation where you are with a group of people from at least six different countries, you call it a “L’Auberge Espagnole” moment.
Most of your dinners consist of pasta or instant noodles.
You own more travel guides than actual novels.
You enjoy protesting against large corporations and capitalism.
You also detest materialism (along with the ugliness materialism can bring, such as those nerds who wait 20 hours outside an electronics store to buy a piece of overpriced aluminum)
You aspire to write a travel memoir.
The majority of your paycheck goes into saving up for travelling.
Everyone looks at you in geography class/Who Wants to Be a Millionaire/Triva Pursuit night when required to name the capital city of some random obscere country.
You remember more people by country rather than name.
Conversations that begin with “what country are you from?”, “how long have you been travelling for?”, “which countries have you been to?” become really tiring, but you ask them anyway.
Your suitcase/backpack is never really unpacked.
Anyone you have hung out with for more than 48 hours is considered your best friend.
Skype is one of the greatest inventions ever.
Your dream job consists of working for Lonely Planet, The Discovery Channel, National Geographic, or some international NGO.
You are used to cold showers.
Communal washrooms have simply become a way of life.
You always insist on taking the road less travelled just to one up those travelling with Lonely Planet guidebooks.
You go to McDonalds and libraries for free wifi.
You have slept in the airport to save on accommodations.
You read travel blogs when you’re at home.
Acronyns such as RTW and 4WD are part of your vocab.
You’ve watched the movie Eurotrip more times than you’d like to admit.
Back home, you are disappointed that your accent is no longer cool.