Despite the fact that I have much to say about my current state of affairs, the post I’m most inspired to write is a tangential one.
I tend to run with people who love to travel. I suppose that isn’t too hard to do, as most people enjoy the exoticism of hopping on a plane and leaving the world behind for a few days or a week. I can’t say if my friends travel more than most, I just know that several of my close friends make it a point to take at least one big trip a year, sometimes to far flung places like Thailand and Australia. I have an uncle who I’ve always known for traveling, and he is making his way across the globe in a lifetime of trips, thoroughly exploring Europe, then South America, now Asia.
I love traveling too. There is something inexplicably fascinating and freeing about standing in a city you’ve only seen on a map before, or in pictures. Exploring the hidden corners that never make it to tourist books gives me a real sense of adventure, something that I think is hard to come by in this day and age. Continue reading