Why travel? What draws me to this wonderful adventure? Dealing with the scary anticipation of the unknown? And the overwhelming desire to keep going?
I believe my love for travel started with trying to understand my idea of home.
When it comes to my curiosity of finding “home,” I find myself puzzled. I question what home really is. By definition, is it a place you always want to go back to and a place that makes you feel at ease and at peace. I have been struggling with this feeling of confusion about where home is for me for many years now and I believe this is what prompted my desire to travel – to find a place or places that I can truly connect to.
“I had begun to crave a purpose in life beyond wealth, prestige, and the fads of society” – The Journey Home by Radhanath Swami
I feel my push for travel was manifested by the desire for adventure, seeing new places, and understanding different cultures. However, it wasn’t until I was older that I was actually able to pursue these desires wholeheartedly.
I went backpacking on and off for over a year on a solo journey across four continents. This journey taught me a lot as a solo traveler about what to do and what to avoid, what to be cautious of and what to be fearless of, and how to listen to my gut and live modestly.
If travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs never really end -Pico Lyer