Why I Travel

Why I Travel

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If I’m honest my last trip was weird; I left someone I really cared about in the middle of things – with a lot of questions about us and the future. Part of me wanted things to really work out, he was one of the most incredible guys I have ever met and there’s still a lot of sadness that things didn’t pan out better. But part of me knows it probably never could; he would like to travel at some stage, maybe. 

Maybe travel.
 

Maybe a few years ago I would have been a girl who could have been okay with that. But I think I’ve come to realise that travel is my biggest love, aside from my sisters. I’m sure one day my priorities will shift a little and I’ll want a white picket fence and a cute dog and maybe some little babies, but for now I’m saving myself for the world.
 

As I prepare for my flights into Singapore and onto Bangkok, I’m getting really excited. I came home, I met my nephew and I resolved things with this guy. Now I can leave with a clear mind and a clear heart. I can be really open to the world and all it has to offer. 

It’s funny, because tonight is the first night my room has been fully set up. I have a little travel shrine, a ridiculously comfortable bed and I even spent $30 on a delicious candle – which seems to be an outrageous price for a candle!
 

So I guess part of me is torn, there’s some progress in staying on one place, in settling, in having a routine. But then there’s the rest of the world. The whole world. 

 

I’ve been sitting here this evening, sipping on some delicious tea trying to accurately articulate why I love to travel so much. Obviously being on holiday is really great and everyone loves that side of thing, but that’s not it
 

The other day I was called flippant by a friend. I think he was confused because I’d declared I was coming home for summer and only a few weeks later I’m off again. I don’t think I’m flippant, I think I’d prefer to describe myself as open. Open to life. Open to what I feel is best in any given moment. 
 

And maybe that’s what I love most about travel, it forces me to be present. To be really in that moment of time.
 

In every day life at home it’s easy to get lost in your routine, set your alarm, eat your lunch, do your work, see your friends and rinse and repeat the next week. There’s a time and a place for that, but for me it’s not now
 

The first time I was in Asia, I was a month into my trip and I realised I hadn’t worn shoes (just flipflops) or set an alarm in weeks. I owned that moment almost as if it were a badge. Because somehow I’d removed myself from the stuff you have to do and was instead only doing the stuff I wanted to do. Every Single Day. 

 

Waking up and asking myself what I really wanted to do on a daily basis was one of the best gifts I’ve given myself –Tweet This
 

I was constantly being exposed to new things, meeting new people and being thrust out of my own comfort zone on a regular basis. But above all, I knew I was growing as a person. I was etching away at the layers I’d built around myself and digging deeper into me. 

 

The other thing I love about travel is when you step off the plane, completely alone you get an opportunity: you can be the truest version of yourself. You can be nasty, nice, loud, quiet, crazy, bland – whatever you want and everyone you meet will take you at face value. No reputation, no social status, nothing – you’re stripped away to your truest version of yourself. 
 

Today I bought the only thing I really need before I head off – a travel towel. Less than two weeks  until I leave and I’m ready. I’m ready to meet some new people, to see some new places and to learn more about this world. 

But more than anything I’m ready to dig deeper into myself and what I want from life. 
 

So tell me, why do you travel? 
 

7 Comments

  • Wendy says:

    Izy, there will be people who think you are ‘flippant’. They just don’t get it. To the creative person – be they writer, artist, photographer – wanderlust feeds the creative process.

    One of my favourite quotes is “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” Anais Nin

    Have the courage to welcome the unexpected and to walk through each door that opens. Wherever and whenever.

  • Andreea says:

    I loved the part where you wrote that you bought a towel, the only thing you need. I just read about the towel as the only thing a hitchhiker needs in this amazing book I read right now: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy 🙂 Did you read it?

    And I’ve also seen a great video today about being happy and the discomfort that is always associated with it:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=GRpXCEuqQds
    Just ignore the marketing part where he tries to promote his book. He really exposes a great truth 🙂

  • I travel because I want to get inspired and I have written my top 5 reasons why I travel and hope to share it with you too.

    Yes, I agree with you. We need to get out of the routine we keep while at home and chart our future forward.

    http://jt76.wordpress.com/2012/11/07/top-5-reasons-why-i-travel/

  • Harley says:

    Great thought provoking post. Until people have experienced travel they will never really understand and therefore shouldn’t really make such comments. I think your friend was being rather flippant by what he said.

  • Lyn Midnight says:

    You’ve described it perfectly! Truth is, I travel because it would feel like such a waste if I didn’t. I mean, there’s a whole world out there, full of lessons, just waiting to be learned, and that’s an amazing takeaway. I went to Uni, but a part of me thinks I didn’t really have to do that: travel for me is the best teacher. So far.

    I love your style of thinking, travelling, writing. Thank you for this awesome post. I’ll go read another one. 🙂

    • Izy Berry says:

      Thanks for your kind words Lyn. Travel is definitely the best teacher and I can’t wait to see what lessons are in store for this year 🙂

  • It got to the point with me where I just stopped talking about my travels entirely to my friends back home, which is sad really. They always ask how it went, I just say “yeh I had a great time” and thats the end of it. Sad really.