When someone asks me why do you travel, I always point the reason to be soul searching or finding myself or some words that I have no understanding about. I am not very spiritual or worldly and I am not even sure I have an awareness of some supreme being etc. So why do I travel?
Well this tricky question has a simple answer. I travel to run away. Makes me sound cowardly isn't it. But that's the truth. Once the school was done, I ran away to escape the "what next" question. Because I was not sure I acquired the worldly knowledge and I don't know what my degree exactly taught me. When I was too vexed with my work, I ran away to de-stress. I ran away to find the inspiration to go back to work, to the non-monotonous routine that will fill my already dry creative well. When things got too much at home, I ran away, so I didn't lose my cool and unnecessarily say a word I cannot take back. I ran away to avoid the confrontation that will lead to heartbreak and give some distance that will make me realise what exactly the problem is.
There are many reasons to why I travel and it primarily boils down to one. TO COME BACK HOME.
Did you ever feel this way? Like I did. Like I can get lost in the world where no one knows me. Nurse my battle wounds and come back a winner? Did you ever soak up the sunset and realise you have an amazing life with people who love you?