I’ve got the travel bug.
And I’ve got it bad.
Nowadays I think a significant number of us can luckily say – ‚i’ve got it too‘.
We seek mountains, rain forests, beaches and deserts.
Exotic fruits, different shades of skin tone, architectural features and the taste of salty water.
Meeting new faces.
Reuniting with familiar ones.
Having traveled so much the past few years, it’s got me thinking.
Why do we love traveling so much? Why is it so addictive? And why are some people content to stay put?
Having returned from six months of my australian, new zealand and bali adventure – i thought i’d be okay taking a break.
But when post-exchange-blues kicked in I fled to Budapest, Berlin and Brussels, within the space of a few months.
I’ve obviously got a thing for B’s too.
All well and good… gin tonics were drunk, waffles were eaten, markets explored and people appreciated.
But the wallet starts crying at some stage right? the fun can’t last forever.
So I decided I would take the travel planning down a notch. leave some free space in the calendar for the months of June, July and August.
And during some space-time pondering, it hit me.
Ultimately, we travel to escape.
To escape our nine to five desk jobs and hop on a boat instead.
To leave the rain behind, and sizzle in the sun.
To stare out of an aeroplane window and get lost in a trail of thought.
To get out of the noisy city, and into the tranquil countryside.
To leave emotions behind, and evoke new ones, better ones.
To avoid dealing with difficult situations.
To take a break from uni life.
To ignore relationship problems or lack there of.
To not have any care, worries or responsibilities.
To be free.
To leave reality behind.
Don’t get me wrong, i adore traveling.
It’s soul food.
It’s real life learning.
But two weeks later – you’re back to reality.
On that flight back home I often find myself in a cumbersome lull, and I know the guy next to me doesn’t feel any different.
So I think the question we ought to be asking ourselves in these moments…
What is it I don’t like about my reality right now?
What exactly is it I like about traveling? the taste of the food? the adrenaline rush of jumping out of an aeroplane? or the freedom felt whilst standing on top of a mountain?
Whatever it is, it may just lead you to your ideal reality.
I’m not saying stop traveling. Let’s just stop running.
I just stepped off a plane to visit a sick family member and support the others.
Now that’s a reason.
One of the many good ones.