This is the longest I’ve gone without leaving the country in a while. Every so often I get the itch to go somewhere; not because I hate it here, but because I wonder “What’s over there?” I am blessed and lucky enough to have the means to take trips now and then (certainly not every weekend, but often enough). I grew up in a school that forced me to be trilingual and grew up in a house where my parents were always traveling and happy to bring me along. On my own, I have managed to scrounge and save and go places I never thought I would.
But this past year has been more of a struggle. A year ago this day I was in Vienna, probably drinking a beer and fawning over the architecture surrounding me. A year before that I was in Paris. And before that, I had saved up for years to take myself backpacking around Europe.
I have always felt travel is one of the most important things to me. I place it as a very high priority in my life. To spend money on going somewhere to explore and just be is the best use of money to me. Whoever I spend my life with (if I spend it with anyone at all) must be willing to travel as much as is financially possible.
I just don’t like staying put for too long.