I just realized I'm virtually done with travel for the rest of the year. It makes me relieved in a sense - I love consistency and it's hard to keep healthy habits when you go-go-go all the time. But it also makes me wistful to know that the next adventure in store won't happen until 2013 (we're currently contemplating Jamaica and Japan, plus a guaranteed visit to see my sister in the Dominican Republic). I realized I talk so much about traveling but never my motivation or history with the beast.
Travel is at once the most fun and most difficult thing you can do. While the excitement of seeing a new place is thrilling, the stress of going somewhere where you may not know anyone, may not speak the language, may not know what to do when something doesn't go according to plan - causes a lot of people anxiety (myself included). It is also a relatively expensive hobby, depending on what you are willing to trade off in order to do it. Traveling alone is an entirely different beast altogether. I've done both - and this coming from someone who couldn't do sleepovers at friends' houses as a child (go ahead, ask my mom how many times they got calls at 2am saying "your daughter refuses to sleep and insists you come get her.")
Why? Well at heart I'm a homebody. I joke now I'm something of a nomadic-homebody hybrid (if such a thing exists - that's me). I am most myself and most comfortable when I'm in one of my two homes - with Nate in NYC, or at my parents' house in Florida. A glass of wine and a funny TV show and I'm completely content. Why then, the seeming obsession with travel?
In short, read the quote above - after a while I get restless for that sense of adventure and new perspective. I have learned so much about myself from travel, because when you travel you are outside of your comfort zone. It's dizzying and thrilling at the same time. Moving to a country for an extended period of time which to me is defined as a period of time in which I had an address, had to grocery shop, get a cell phone, and develop a social life and routine, thus generally more than 6 weeks - is even harder. I have had minor (okay, major) freak-outs for all 3 countries I moved to - England in 2005 (2 months), Italy in 2007 (7 months), and Tanzania in 2009 (3 months). Freaking out is normal and wanting to go home because it's overwhelming and scary is too - it's working through and overcoming that fear that is SO worth it.
To me, travel is not just stamps in a passport, events on a Facebook timeline, or even the amazing pictures I come back with - it's that my view of the world is constantly evolving and changing. Things I thought I knew about myself - boundaries or limits I thought I had - bend or break. Seemingly small victories feel huge - the first time I ordered in French, the moment I "signed" (AKA, wrote my name on a piece of notebook paper) for a sublease in Rome, the first time I was able to have a quasi-conversation in Swahili with my students in Tanzania. These moments were milestones. It's also interesting how certain things don't escape you (case and point: my fear of heights paralyzed me from ziplining in our most recent adventure in Costa Rica.)
I'm at the point where I've visited more than 20 countries, and at my age I feel like that's pretty amazing. Yet in many ways, I feel like I've only begun to see the world. I wouldn't have been able to do it without the support (and at times, pressure) from my parents. You see when I first left the US in 2005 heading to London for two months, I didn't really want to go. But my mom was adamant that I would have opportunities she'd never had - so off to London I went. Did I love it? Not the first time. But I started to learn tough lessons that have carried over in the years to come. Going back in March this year with Nate was eye-opening - with an entirely evolved perspective and appreciation for travel, it was like a brand-new city to me. 7 years made a world of difference. Now I look back on the laundry list of countries and sometimes I can't believe it.
The running list... for those who are curious... in chronological order: USA (primary residence and place of birth), The Bahamas, England (lived), Ireland, Belgium, Italy (lived), Vatican City, France, Spain, Czech Republic, Switzerland, Germany, The Netherlands, Cayman Islands, Mexico, Qatar, Tanzania (lived), Zanzibar, India, Canada, and Costa Rica. In terms of continents I've hit North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa. I've yet to reach South America (Costa Rica is the closest I've come.) One day I'll go to Antarctica and walk on the ice... that will be amazing! And Australia is definitely on the list.
Even within the US I feel like there are so many places I haven't been yet. I've had the experience now of living in three unique regions - born and raised in the south (Florida), two years of grad school in the mid-Atlantic (North Carolina), and going on three years in the northeast (NYC). In the past few years Nate and I have been lucky to travel to California for the first time, as well as Colorado, Chicago, Philadelphia, Boston, Washington DC, and Florida (many times). Still I hope in the future I get to visit places like the Grand Canyon, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Montana, and Texas. I want to go so many places sometimes I feel like the better question is - where DON'T I want to go?! I'm incredibly lucky that my partner in life feels the same way - now that Nate is bit by the travel bug he's got travel on the brain as much as I do (he's thinking Japan for his 30th!).
Finally, I leave you with a funny meme summarizing my life goal - to be a modern day Carmen SanDiego. Maybe one day Barack Obama will be wondering this about me! (highly unlikely but I can dream). It would be fun to do this for a living but I haven't quite figured that part out. For now, I will settle for where life takes me and Nate: our careers and vacations. If you have the opportunity to travel somewhere new, take it. You will learn so much about yourself... and it can make returning home all the sweeter :)
Even within the US I feel like there are so many places I haven't been yet. I've had the experience now of living in three unique regions - born and raised in the south (Florida), two years of grad school in the mid-Atlantic (North Carolina), and going on three years in the northeast (NYC). In the past few years Nate and I have been lucky to travel to California for the first time, as well as Colorado, Chicago, Philadelphia, Boston, Washington DC, and Florida (many times). Still I hope in the future I get to visit places like the Grand Canyon, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Montana, and Texas. I want to go so many places sometimes I feel like the better question is - where DON'T I want to go?! I'm incredibly lucky that my partner in life feels the same way - now that Nate is bit by the travel bug he's got travel on the brain as much as I do (he's thinking Japan for his 30th!).
Finally, I leave you with a funny meme summarizing my life goal - to be a modern day Carmen SanDiego. Maybe one day Barack Obama will be wondering this about me! (highly unlikely but I can dream). It would be fun to do this for a living but I haven't quite figured that part out. For now, I will settle for where life takes me and Nate: our careers and vacations. If you have the opportunity to travel somewhere new, take it. You will learn so much about yourself... and it can make returning home all the sweeter :)









