With a lot of people, their professions as an adult can be hinted at with little things in their childhood. The lawyer who always made a good argument, the veterinarian who was always obsessed with helping animals… the scientist that always did little experiments to feed their curiosity. Thinking about it, I don’t think growing up to be a traveler is really that much different. I have so many memories that, looking back, make me wonder if I was just meant to someday travel the world. Here are just a few examples…
1. Getting lost has always been ranked pretty high on the list of things I love to do. I read a quote a while ago, “Put down that map and get wonderfully lost.” I feel like that quote just describes my nature so much. I think I get some kind of high off of the feeling of not knowing where I am and it’s just one of the best feelings in the world that I just don’t know how to describe. That’s weirdly when I tend to be the most fearless.
2. When I wander, I sometimes tend to let my curiosity get the best of me. Growing up, I spent a lot of time going to the Mojave Desert because my family has property down there. I have so many memories from all of those trips that I could probably write a book on those adventures alone. It’s actually given be a huge soft spot for deserts and resulted in me wanting to visit like all the deserts of the world. Anyways… one of the many adventures I had involved my little sister and I wandering from the cabin. I don’t think we went very far, we never actually lost sight of the cabin. We came across something suspicious and of course, my sister immediately wanted to go back, but I insisted on satisfying my curiosity and going closer. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a snake, but it wasn’t moving. At that point, my sister ran away screaming but I inched closer, curious as to why the snake wasn’t moving. Turns out it was not a snake but just snake skin. Looking back, it was not really the wisest choice I’ve ever made, as I could have probably died if it WAS in fact a snake… but as you can see, I am here to tell the tale.
3. I might have touched on this in the past, but I feel most alive and completely myself when I am somewhere that’s not my hometown. Being here sometimes just feels like I am in a cage and constantly being teased by the outside world and all the unexplored places. It’s how I’ve honestly felt as long as I can remember. When I am not home is oddly when I feel most at home… where I can just be myself.