It’s mid-day, a week into spring and I thought I’d rather be out in a coffee shop enjoying every moment of it than stuck in a giant lecture hall. I read something the other day… It went a little something like;
“I urge you to travel. As far and as much as possible. Work ridiculous shifts to save your money. Go without the latest phone. Throw yourself out of your comfort zone. Find out how other people live, and realise that the world is a much bigger place than the town you live in. And when you come home, home may still be the same, & yes you may go back to the same old job. But something in your mind will have shifted. And trust me, That changes everything”
Yes, I want to travel. But, when I say I want to travel, I don’t mean I want to stay at fancy hotels or buy shirts at souvenir shops. When I say I want to travel , I mean I want to explore another place and become a part of the culture, blend in. I want to climb up mountains and find secret beaches. I want to discover coffee shops and hidden streets. I want to meet people who are different, but excite and inspire me still. I want to photograph the people and places I see. I want my spirit to be in constant wonder and awe of the world and life around me. I want to see things with new eyes. I want to look at a map and be able to remember how I was changed by the places I have been to, the people I have met and the things I have seen. This, I think, is what is at the heart of adventure and that is exactly why I plan on making my life one.