Normally, I like to write posts that can help all of you, my readers. Today I am writing a post to help me. For the past six months or so, my mind has been consumed with the thought of travelling. I want to go everywhere, I want to take it all in, and there are some people who simply don’t understand that. While most of my friends are worried about if they’ll be able to land a job after graduation, my mind keeps going back to the idea of travelling for a year before grad school. I’ve tried to explain this newfound passion several times, and I’ve come to the conclusion that at this point I don’t even understand why the desire is so strong. So here I am, trying to put words behind this inexplicable feeling.
I am empty. Not in the angsty teenager way where I am distraught and unhappy. But I am empty despite having a full and happy heart. I once heard that your life is a shell and it is your job to fill it with whatever it is you are passionate about. I still don’t know why, but I am passionate about travelling.
I am small. Do you remember when you were a kid and life didn’t exist outside of what you knew? Cinderella was more real than the president, and the world revolved around you? Now I realize that I am in fact infinitely small and the world is much larger than I could ever imagine, and yet I love the challenge of seeing it all. I can’t imagine knowing that the world has so much beauty and adventure to offer, and yet be completley content sitting at home never getting the chance to see it.
I am a stranger. Somewhere I once heard the quote, “Travel far enough away that you find yourself.” And that really stuck with me. We all know who we are within our everyday routines, but who would we be under extraordinary circumstance? I want to discover who I am when I’m completely lost in a strange city. And I want to know who I am surrounded by nothing but trees for miles around. Basically I just want to meet every version of me so I can truly begin to know myself.
I know what makes me feel the way I do about travel, but I don’t know why. Why I want it so badly when this time last year the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. I don’t know why all of my friends think I’m silly when I talk about longing to live a minimalstic life so that I can spend the money I would be buying things with to buy experiences. Maybe I’ll never know why I feel this way, or perhaps one day I will be halfway around the world and something will just click and I will finally understand why I’ve been longing for travel so strongly.
Where is the most fantastic place that you have ever travelled?