Wanderlust

I think that everyone who wants to really understand the world and how exactly they fit into that world has to go out and travel.

How can you understand and know something without getting out into the messy thick of it all?

I love travel. I love packing my bags and going somewhere new with the express intention of simply seeing what there is to see. Meeting new people who are nothing like me, and yet, not that different.

I want to know how life changes when I step into someone elses shoes.

I want to wake up in the morning seeing what has grown dull to them after a lifetime of waking up to the same view.

I want to taste the flavors, smell the scents, see whatever beauty there is to see-- I want to take it all in, and I want to revel in the newness, the danger, the adventure of whatever it is that I am seeing.

I am so glad that I have been able to see as much of the world as I have. Ecuador, Peru, the Dominican Republic, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Canada, France, England, Spain, Portugal, Belgium, the Netherlands, Italy... and many more to come.

Some of my favorite memories were made while traveling. Nights spent in airports, standby flights, spur of the moment train rides, looking out the window and watching mountains go by as I listen to that song. Watching the sun set and the stars come out, drinking sangria, swimming in the ocean at the middle of the night, streets that smell like jasmine, new friends that you only spend a weekend with, but remember forever. Remembering home and having the memory be all the sweeter for how far away it seems.

For me, travelling is like seeing a new color. It touches something in my heart and addicts me.

Our world is wide, and is so full of things that stretch us and grow us and test us and force us to think and imagine and wonder.

I don't think I will ever get my fill of it, and I hope I never do.

My love for travel is a part of me that is good, and I will carry it forward with me and keep it strong.