To Those Who Don’t Understand My Love For Travel

Everyone gets cravings. For most people, that means pizza or chocolate. Maybe a trip to their favorite restaurant. For me, it means another plane ride.

Anyone that knows me at all knows I love to wander. You could plant me down in my own city and I’d make an adventure out of it. But there’s a special thrill that comes from traveling to a place I’ve never been before.

You know that rush of adrenaline before a big break? That potluck of emotions? That’s how I feel before a new trip.

Am I scared? Yes. Terrified. Every single time. But that fear is overwhelmed by excitement. Sheer excitement to be alive and to experience all the wonders the world has to offer.

Some might ask, “Don’t you miss structure? Routine?”

Well, my “routine” is doing what I’ve never done before. I’m more afraid to stay where I’m comfortable than I am to experience what’s out there. 

Is traveling for everyone? Maybe not. But traveling has made me who I am today.

Some like to learn in a classroom. Me? Well, the world is my classroom.

It’s easy to get lost in what’s comfortable. It’s natural to want to be surrounded by everything you know. But if you don’t explore what’s out there, how will you know what you’re capable of, or what the world around you is capable of?

I want to find my limits and tear past them. I want to be in constant awe of life.

Maybe the unknown is scary, but what’s worse than always wondering what if?

There’s life out there beyond anything I could have imagined. I just don’t plan on hearing about it from someone else.