There's something satisfying about life on the road, there's a charm to the thought that with gasoline and a bag or two of jellybeans you can make it almost anywhere. I hope that in my life I do not just have adventurous days, but adventurous years. I hope that my life revolves around waking in one city, following rain clouds and sunsets into the next. I hope each moment is strived towards new sights and embellished with natural beauty. However, I've come to notice that feeling this way, and wanting to work towards a life just described, I've been put down. People have told me that this way of thinking seems fickle, reckless, and makes me appear as though I don’t know what I want.
But, I do. Every since I can remember I've been a wandering soul. My parents say that I've always been a “busy body”, never one to just sit down and “take a load off”. I grew into it, though, made it almost an aura that has surrounded me throughout life thus far. These adventures I've gone on, one even more spontaneous than the next, have taught me so much and not just about the world, but about myself as well. I've learned how to be happy being alone, but, by the same token, I can now appreciate the company of others. I've learned that things don’t always go according to plan, and sometimes to not have a plan is even better. My travels have taught me that life will dish out all types of people and that there is something to learn from each one of them. It has all been very poetic in a way, how a view or a stranger has often taught me more than those that have surrounded me my whole life.
To add, I believe that all should have the experience of traveling on their own, to feel the thrill going through the airport on your own private mission to find your gate, to experience the vulnerability when asking a stranger in foreign country for directions; not even being completely sure if they understood you or that you understood them. Exploration brings Independence, it brings skills that you can use in your everyday life, it shows you how strong and resourceful you truly are. If anything, it's a confidence boost.
To sum, my wanderlust is not a phase, and certainly not me being fickle. It's me being hungry! Hungry for life, for adventure, for independence.
