I find it so hard to believe that there are people in this world who have no desire to explore it. We all know these people; the ones stuck in small towns, or are so comfortable in their way of life that they’re happy to spend it in one place. Each to their own of course – I’m not judging their choices. But I certainly am confused by them.
Ever since my first overseas trip to the United States of America in 2008, I have been obsessed with travelling. Before this inaugural overseas adventure, while I was growing up, I was particularly obsessed with the U.S.A. Why? I have no idea. But I could name every single one of the 50 states, had multiple t-shirts and a bandanna branded with stars and stripes (I didn’t say I was a cool kid), and had a burning desire to visit this incredible country that was so much like ours, but so different.
My First Overseas Trip
When I hopped off the plane on that first journey, I was awestruck, and not just because I landed four hours before I left Australia (that time difference trick still gets me every time). I was in another world, yet I was still on the same planet. As a nineteen year old on her first solo trip in a different country, I realised that I had just discovered something that would change my life forever.
That first trip was to go work in a summer camp in Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania. An international gymnastics summer camp, in fact. Am I a gymnast? No. Not at all. This minor detail is irrelevant, as I was going there to be a recreation counsellor, not a gymnastics instructor. Like I said earlier, this was not only my first overseas trip, but my first trip on my own. I didn’t know a single person before I flew off to the mythical U.S.A, and I’m still so proud of myself for taking the opportunity to step outside my comfort zone. Plus, I wasn’t alone for long – I made firm friends almost immediately. Friends that I still have today, and will hopefully have forever.
Travel is all about new experiences, new cultures, and new friendships. I definitely experienced all three within a few hours of arriving in Los Angeles for summer camp orientation, and continued to experience them on my journey to New York City, and when I arrived at the camp itself. This new world was mesmerising to me, and I continue to become mesmerised every time I visit somewhere new.
My Favourite Thing About Travel
One of my favourite things about travelling is, and always will be, that feeling you get when you arrive somewhere new for the first time. You know the feeling – it’s like a quiet excitement that gradually builds up during your journey, getting more intense as you inch closer to your destination, then explodes like a firework of disbelief, exhilaration and happiness. Even when I return to places I’ve been more than once, I still get this feeling. It may not be as intense as the first time, but it’s still there. I hope to never lose that feeling.
I could keep writing about why I love to travel, but then you’d be sitting here reading this post for weeks. I guess I can sum it up by saying that I love to travel because every destination you visit, every person you meet, every culture you discover, and every experience you have ultimately turns into a memory that you’ll have forever. A memory that keeps you wanting more; that keeps you searching for more; that keeps changing your perspective.
‘Travelling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller’.
Why do you love to travel?