It could seem weird to many that I have Wanderlust. I have lived in the same town for 28 years of my life; good old Fort Collins, CO. It is a beautiful town, with amazing people and community. But it is not enough for me. And ever since my first adventure to Italy I have craved the travel and spent many hours on thought of where to go next and how to make it work.
It is the addiction of the uncomfortable, if I were to be honest with you and with myself. I love to get away and wonder what, if anything will be left for me when I return. Some how it always works out. I always have a job to return to, I always have the money, I always have the home base.
My travels may not have been many... I have been to Milan, Den Haag, Amsterdam, Zhijuat (Mexico), Cancun, and quite a few places inside the states. I go places not to see new things but just to be in different space. I can change and mold into anything, I am permeable to my surroundings. I like it that way. It is like a challenge... similar to being away and hoping to have everything in place when I return... it is the excitement of whether I can blend and mold into all different communities. I watch and witness the patterns and reactions of those around me and I take it on. And I blend.
Neither of my parents are travelers. I am uncertain of where wanderlust comes from. When is it born into the soul of a human? I am 28 years old; I have no desire to settle down and commit to a single place or job, there is no ticking clock for me or dream promotion that I would be leaving behind... essentially, by most standards "have nothing to lose". But really, I does losing even exist ? Even if I did have all of these things in Fort Collins.
Side note....
Everything transitions into new dimensions constantly, like a relationship, when a break up occurs it is really just a shift from lovers to friends or lovers to strangers. There is no end to the form our lives take.
I do like to travel with people, I prefer to share the excitement of experience, rather than the internal wonderment that happens when you travel alone. I desire travel, and I desire community, and I desire the challenge.
Hear I sit in California drowning in beauty. This is the second trip in the last month; the first one being east coast; and in two more months I will be in Hawaii. I am not sure how long the CA trip will last, all details seem up in the air. And maybe that is where I really do like it. Will I return? How will I pay rent? How will I buy my ticket for Hawaii?
Well, hear is the answer that I have created: It just will work out, because it always does.
I plan to teach yoga, language, and do some modeling on my travels and wherever I may go. I will keep you posted on my observations of the world and the thrill of wanderlust!
Love!
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