Have you ever got back from a trip and none of your friends understand the buzz you’re currently coming down from? Are they fed up of you talking about your trip? How do they not understand what you’ve been through?!
Because they haven’t experienced it. I read stories on blogs and heard it from friends before I went travelling. All talking about “the travel bug.” But nothing quite prepares you for that buzz of being in a new country, exploring new things, meeting new people, and in general, living life. And it’s hard to explain to people what you’ve been through. It’s hard to put it into words without sounding like a corny hippie.
Travel is freedom. It’s being able to do what you want, when you want. No routine. No 9 to 5. It’s having no plans, going with the flow. It’s changing your mind last minute. It’s not knowing what you’re doing tomorrow. It’s doing more in a day, than some people do in a month. It means everyday is an adventure. Everyday is something new and no two days are the same.
There will be tears, laughter, sarcasm, long talks, hangovers, the “what the hell am I doing?!” moments. It’s the breathtaking views, that even your camera can’t do justice for. It’s the locals you meet along the way. It’s the smiles that greet you. It’s the hugs that you get from complete strangers. The same general chit chat when you meet someone new. “What’s your name? Where are you from? Where have you been? Been travelling long?” It’s suddenly your friends list doubling in size on Facebook from all the new people you’ve met along the way. It’s the nights you sit up talking getting to know someone better than their best friend back home. It’s the hard goodbyes when you move to a new destination. It’s the friends that become more like family. And the places that feel more like home. It’s putting trust in people you’ve known 2 minutes.
It’s where you don’t care what you look like. It’s where you go months without wearing make up.It’s where your tan is on point. It’s where it becomes acceptable to use swimwear as underwear. It’s where it’s perfectly normal to go months without wearing a bra.
It’s where phobias become challenges. It’s saying ‘yes’ to things you’d normally say ‘no’ to. It’s doing things that scare you. It’s doing things you wouldn’t be seen dead doing back home. It’s the near death experiences.
It’s learning about new cultures. Learning new slang words from different parts of the world. It’s offending someone without realising or intention. It’s trying new foods. New drinks. It’s realising there’s a load of tastes you’ve never experienced before.
It makes you hate the rat race even more. It makes you realise there’s more to life than just working in a job you hate, paying bills until you die. It makes you realise that memories are worth more than possessions. It’s realising a bag of clothes on your back is more than enough. It’s learning more in a day, than you did years at school.
It’s falling in love with countries, the world. It’s falling in love with experiences. It’s living life. It’s not wanting to go back to your old life. It’s understanding and accepting.
It’s means travel meaning the world to you. It’s rescuing you from the ordinary life. The act of seeing and doing. It’s allowing you to live.
So what are you waiting for?