“Still, despite all this, traveling is the great true love of my life. I have always felt, ever since I was sixteen years old and first went to Russia with my saved-up babysitting money, that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless, newborn baby–I just don’t care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it’s mine. Because it looks exactly like me. It can barf all over me if it wants to–I just don’t care.” Eat Pray Love
I’ve never been satisfied with staying in one place. Whether it was moving from apartment to apartment, or traveling to visit friends, or just getting out of the house, my desire to see new things is unquenchable. I think it’s part of my sense of wonder. I’m amazed by the smallest of natural things. I try to see the beauty in everything.
This weekend, I spent a lot of time alone with my thoughts. Isolation is probably not the best for a really long time but I needed it. I needed to hear my thoughts even when I wanted to drown them out. I spent time daydreaming about the places that I have traveled and the places to come.
If you need any motivation to travel, here are eight of my personal reasons to hit the road.
Use your imagination. Dream up all of the places that you’d like to visit. Then feed your sense of wonder. Book a ticket and just go.