After hitting 13 countries this year with a ticket for one more, I’ve had a lot of time to think. A lot of time to think about why I travel.
I’ve done a post on the reasons why I travel, but I missed one reason. One very important reason.
I travel to run away. Not necessarily run away in a bad sense, but to escape my current reality.
I travel to run away from the current me to rediscover the me that I want to be. I want to be that person who is super independent, who isn’t afraid to try new things, and who isn’t afraid of the world outside of her comfort zone. I travel to run away to be the person who doesn’t sit at a desk all day long.
I travel to run away to a world where I can imagine what it would be like if I lived elsewhere.
I travel to run away from the current things that I’ve become complacent with and get reenergized.
I travel to run away from what I’m used to so that I can discover new things and rediscover why I love things about my home.
I travel to run away from what makes me unhappy to remind me that the things that make me unhappy are only there in passing.
I travel to run away from the negativity and remind myself that there’s always something positive.
I travel to run away so that I can continue to be me.