The answer is simple, for me at least: a yearning. A yearning to stretch my comfort zone. A yearning to meet new people & experience cultures that are different from my own. A yearning to see every bit of our great country & globe. A yearning that is reinforced by a sense of urgency. A sense that there’s just not enough time in one lifetime to experience everything I so desperately want to experience.Every day I’m not traveling, I struggle with the feeling that the day could have been better spent – cycling across Provence, sipping tea in a Bedouin tent in Jordan, eating street food in Thailand or hiking the Canadian Rockies. This year was supposed to be the year that we traveled less, in order to save up for a big trip next spring. But, in traveling less, I feel like a part of me is empty. My restless days are filled with thoughts of places that I could be going, trips I could be planning, experiences I could be having.
A yearning that just won’t quit nagging me.
A yearning that is seemingly only filled by going new places & discovering new things.
Why do you love to travel? How do you get through the time between trips? I’d love to hear from other travelers!
Leave a Reply