I’m hopelessly in love with traveling. It’s my baby, my one and only, my knight in shining armor. It is the helping hand when I feel down, and it is my light at the end of the tunnel. It’s not my escape from the world, but rather, it’s my grand entrance into the world. Whenever I feel like I’m living in a bubble, like this is it and my world is the only world that exists, the idea of traveling hits me smack on the head and brings me back to my senses. Traveling has been there for me during the best of times and the worst of times, and it always has me coming back for more. It’s a curse and blessing. It’s my drug, my kryptonite, and my desire all wrapped in one, and I am head over heels in love with it.
People have asked me what it is about traveling that I love so much. Is it the new, exotic food that you get to try first-hand when you are experiencing a different culture? Is it the people watching that is always ten times better when you are in a new area? Is it learning about the culture and traditions that have been practiced and performed for centuries? Is it a vacation from life back at home?
The answer to all of the above, is yes. Of course I love trying new foods and eating things I normally wouldn’t have the opportunity to try (EXCEPTION: mystery meat of any kind, I do not mess around with that). Yes, I love people watching and seeing how people of other cultures interact and dress (Europeans’ style is on a whole other level). And yes, I love learning and experiencing the traditions and habits that have transformed a culture into what it is today. But above the forkfuls of food, and beyond the music and dancing, traveling has opened up my eyes to worlds I never knew existed. We become so wrapped up and so consumed in our daily habits and routines that we have a tendency to forget that our world isn’t the only one out there. In fact, it only makes up a tinsey winsey percentage of all the different “worlds”.
When something unexpectedly happens, when something doesn’t go according to plan, our world immediately stops; it is at an utter standstill. It is nearly impossible for us to imagine life beyond the issue at hand, and in our minds, we think that since our lives have temporarily stopped, everyone elses’ has as well. It feels like the end of life as we know it, and the world will only start turning again when we have gotten ourselves out of that dark spot, when we realize that life hasn’t actually stopped, but instead just taken a small detour.
We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t feel like the world has stopped when something in our lives comes up. Our lives are, of course, the center of our worlds. All we know are our own day to day routines and habits, and one small “hiccup” affects every different aspect of our lives.
And that is why I love traveling. It has shown me that my life isn’t the only life out there, and that something I consider a “big problem” in my life, really doesn’t even compare to problems and issues that millions of people around the world are facing. Traveling has helped put a perspective on my own life, while showing me how other people live; what is normal in their lives and in their routines. Traveling pushes you to think outside the box, and it helps you see far beyond the world you thought was the only world that existed. It puts you in someone else’s shoes, behind someone else’s eyes, and into someone else’s head.
There is no limit to the places I will to travel to. Brazil, Japan, Israel, Spain, Mexico, Alaska, Jerusalem , Singapore, Australia, you name it, I’ll be there. And it’s not if I’ll go there, but rather, when. The world is my playground, and I’ve only just stepped out of the sandbox.
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson