As someone who has yearned to travel her entire life, I would admittedly get a bit annoyed whenever I heard someone complaining about the stress of traveling. For years, I felt like I’d never get a chance to go anywhere. Save for a study abroad in Buenos Aires (which was incredible, but let’s be honest—it was half work), I felt like I hadn’t seen the world. And I didn’t just want to, in many ways I felt like I needed to.
I’ve had more than one debate with friends about why travel is something that I consider important to me rather than just fun. I want perspective, unique experiences, immersing myself in different cultures. I don’t want to exist only in my cozy US bubble. I want to collect data about the world, and I want to let that data change the way I think and feel. I want to use to get to know myself and get to know the Pale Blue Dot we’re appended to.
“If I could find the means to see the world, I’d never complain,” I would think, “How could someone who has the luxury of traveling extensively dare complain about a delayed flight or some jet lag?”
Well, friends. I think I get it now.