Confessions Of A Travel Addict

I’m really, really sad when I’m home.

I think when you haven’t had the opportunity to travel, folks who travel a lot can seem spoiled. I get that. I have been incredibly blessed to be traveling domestically my whole life, and internationally almost every year since I was 16 years old. That’s a privilege.

But hear me out: I believe there is a difference between people who island-hop on strictly beach vacations, and those of us who long to travel anywhere and everywhere.

I travel because I want to gain a better understanding of my fellow humans. Before I started traveling I viewed myself strictly as a citizen of the United States. That worldview quickly changed as I visited new countries.

The more I travel the more I realize we are all just citizens of the world. I travel because I want to understand other people and develop stronger empathy. I believe that when people at home see my travels, they are inspired and want to do it too. That is my ultimate goal. To cause a butterfly effect of travelers.

My personal saying is that the more people travel, the better global citizens we all become.

So every week that goes by, especially during these COVID-19 times, where I don’t have a trip planned makes me feel deeply sad. Why? Because those are precious months I have not been able to serve my life purpose.

I am not someone who wants to climb the corporate ladder or become a VP of some firm. I want to travel. To me, seeing the world with what little time we have on it is all that matters.