I’m an incredibly lucky person in that my parents paid for me to study abroad last fall. I got to go to some amazing places and learn more than I ever thought I would. Most importantly, for a moment, my wanderlust was satisfied. But just a moment.
Several months later, I’m saving my money for who knows what kind of trip. Any place in this world holds interest for me (except maybe Georgia, but even that has gorgeous hikes). I studied in Europe, so I was able to see England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, and Portugal.
I want to go outside of Europe, whenever my next excursion is. I hoped to save enough money to join my friend on an all-inclusive Mexico vacation eventually, but after that I don’t have much of a plan.
I know I want to go to India, Cambodia, Thailand, Bali, and the rest of Indonesia. These are the places I’m focusing all of my travel Pinterest boards. At the same time, I’m planning to go to South America at some point so I can see Machu Pichu, Brazil, Venezuela, and Argentina.
I don’t know why I never feel satisfied in the place I’m in. It might be some deep, inner, psychological issue…or maybe I was just meant to travel? Let’s go with that.
I just don’t think I can live my life in one place, in one state. I know I love my family, and I love New York, but I don’t think I could survive if I thought that this was all I would see. This is clearly a first world problem, probably for assholes who have too much time on their hands and talk too much about how “travel is my school” and shit like that. I know all of this. It doesn’t change the fact that every penny I have is probably going to go to travel.
While applying to jobs, although as previously stated I will take anything, I tend to keep an eye out for how many vacation days places give. That’s not so I can relax in my backyard or do errands that have been piling up—it’s so I can go someplace new. I’ve already said it (I think) but I’m a big fan of the Dali Lama’s quote about going somewhere new every year.
That quote just mirrors how I feel at most times. It’s almost like I get anxious that I’m missing places and experiences. There are so many beautiful places in this world. People have different priorities, like family, career, etc. but I know that my main priority is to see as many places as possible.
I want to enjoy my job, even love it, but it is also always going to be a means to an end. I work so I can do what I really want to be doing—exploring. I want to swim in oceans I’ve never seen. I’m always so excited just to step foot on new ground. I’ve even researched hidden gems in my own state as a more realistic goal. I don’t think I can stay still for long.