I love to travel. I spend a lot of time talking about and planning trips. I don’t think this behavior requires much explanation, but for some reason I need to rant.
The most annoying thing you can say to me about travel is:
What are you running from?
Traveling, for me, is not about running from anything or anywhere. In fact, I love coming home just as much as I love leaving home. Suggesting that I dwell in some abstract, afflicted abyss that I must abdicate to feel unequivocal gratification is insulting. My wanderlust is a direct result of the fluidity of life’s energies and curiosities. It has nothing to do with running away.
I am not running from – I am running to.
I am running to new experiences, new people, new cultures and new lessons. I am running to discover new sights, new smells, new sounds, new stories and new flavors. I am running to explore and to see beyond the familiar, to live, to connect fully.
I am not sure why people wonder why I wander.
Why do you travel?