This post deals with the sadness that we sometimes face in life. Because of travel, I learned how to accept sadness as one of the many parts of me. I also began to understand that it’s okay to be sad.
Some women are super glamorous when they travel, I am not. So here are the 15 why I am not and never will be a glamorous traveler.
So, what are some of the life lessons travel has taught me? Travel is WAY more than just a leisure activity to me. Yes, I love to get away from the mundane, daily stressors of everyday life, but to me, travel is something more. Travel is a part my very essence and being, and without it, I just don’t feel completely myself. And while that may be weird to some, it is normal for me. I mean, as far back as I can remember, I always wanted to travel and see what was just around the bend, so to speak. And as I got older, my desire to travel further away from home only grew.
So, if I am to be brutally honest (and anyone who reads my blog regularly knows that I try to be as honest as humanly possible), I don’t want to travel, I NEED to travel. And when I don’t travel, I feel depressed and not completely myself. The best way I can describe it (and it’s hard to describe because it’s more like a state of mind) is that it feels like I am a missing just a huge chunk of myself. Like somehow, some essential essence of my being is totally gone. And as a result, a lack of travel just leaves me feeling like an inauthentic and unfulfilled person, who is basically just a shell of her former self. And seriously, who wants to feel like that?
This post examines all the hilarious things that happen to you if you travel enough. You know, the fun stuff, like losing your luggage or getting your wallet stolen or my personal favorite, food poisoning.