It’s a simple question, yet I have trouble answering it.
Why do you want to travel?
My why is unclear as I write this and I hope by the end of this blog post it’s a little clearer.
This year alone I’ve looked up flights and bus/ train tickets more than I’d like to admit. I never buy any form of travel tickets, (except that one time I went to Portland/Seattle). I only sit hours on end in front of the computer looking at what could be. I dream. I fantasize. I ache for an experience that is unknown for me. All my life I’ve had an itch, a desire, a dream of travel inside of me, and often I can’t explain it.
Some people in my life understand but others don’t.
All I really know is Chicago—born and raised. It’s a great city with lots to do. But there’s a whole world out there, and I want to see it. I want to experience it. I want to explore it.
After graduating college, I continued to search for a steady office job even though I knew based from an internship experience that the traditional office lifestyle wasn’t for me. And after many failed attempts to get a steady job, I started temping and never stopped. Well, I stopped when the assignments would end or I spontaneously decide to quit. I stopped looking for work on my own—and I figured they can find the opportunities that I don’t necessarily want but am qualified for, and I can search for opportunities that I do want.
Only I wasn’t looking for opportunities that I wanted—I was just sitting, breathing, temping, dreaming, and reading travel blogs.
With any job I’ve ever had no matter how low-paying, high-paying, busy work, or ridiculous it was, I’ve always had this travel dream buried inside of me. After years of sitting and dreaming I learned that….
*Sitting and dreaming will only get me so far.*
But when people ask me why I want to travel, I don’t quite know how to answer. I’ve always had this travel dream buried inside of me. I’ve always wanted to see the world—how I do it is up to me.
This year, I’ve had a very precise plan with the help of a dear friend. I did research, I invested a lot of my time and energy and I spent months on this plan and then it blew up in my face forcing me to reconsider and reevaluate the plan. I thought I was going to go somewhere completely different last week, and now, suddenly, my attention is being focused on another place.
No matter where I go, I’ve been holding on to this travel dream that’s seems so distant. It seems impossible. I’ve been holding on to this feeling of someday. But someday never gets here and I continue to talk about my travel dreams.
Anytime someone asks me why I want to travel, I don’t know what to tell them.
Here are some thoughts:
- I want to see the world.
- I want to meet people.
- I want to learn and discover things about myself as I learn and discover things about the world.
- I want to know what I am capable of.
- I want to step outside of my comfort zone.
- I want to see the world.
I want to see the world. After each travel experience I hope to find the strength that I didn’t know was there when I first started.
Growing up and living in Chicago isn’t the worst thing ever. Though the winters are bitter, and I slipped and fell on ice one too many times last year, it’s a great city. I’m constantly meeting new people and there is plenty to do.
It’s culturally diverse, easy to get around by public transit, and has turned me into a slightly aggressive walker. Chicago’s great but there’s a whole world out there waiting for me. And I want to see it. I need to see it.
So there’s your why: I want to see the world.
What’s your why?