Today I’ve been thinking a lot about traveling. I’ve already taken a big trip this year, but a part of me is itching to get back on the road.
There is something so freeing about traveling. Work is put on hold. Bills will wait. Things like laundry and cleaning will be dealt with at the end. Family and friends will have to wait to hear from you until you are back. And you just explore. You break out of your normal cycle and just go. You experience new things, new people, new places. And it’s not so much about what you can bring to the table. It’s more so just about soaking up the time spent and what you can take away from it.
It’s more than just the photos you share with loved ones when you get home, hopelessly trying to convey what it’s like to be somewhere else. It’s more than just the stories that get told time and time again. There’s something deeper that moves you, changes you. There’s really nothing else quite like it. Traveling can truly be an adventure, in every vaguely juvenile sense of the word. It should be spontaneous, exciting, and so so freeing. Because, why spend the money if it’s not an adventure worth remembering?
And adventures are scary and exhilarating all at once. Because it takes guts to strike out and do something completely out of the norm of your everyday life. But it’s worth it. So worth it.
I realized today that I never posted the rest of the photos from when Mike and I went to Scotland. I suppose I got distracted from it. But I’m kind of okay with that. Because the photos won’t do it justice. Neither will me typing about it. I got to go on an amazing adventure with someone that I love so dearly. And that’s a hard thing to express.
I hope it was the beginning of many adventures he and I have together. But one thing is for sure, I never intend to stop traveling. Even with limited funds, I’ll find a way.
So here’s to finding my next adventure. Where to next…