The other day I told Mike that it has been way too long since I last got on a plane and that it is high time I get the heck out of my element and explore something totally new. He quickly reminded me that barely six months ago I was in Africa and Europe and just last month I was down south in New Orleans. Not to mention the fact that we’ll be traveling to Brooklyn in two weekends – to experience yet another architectural tour with college friends – and that we’re planning a trip to Nova Scotia with my parents.
Maybe I just need a vacation.
Either way, sometimes I can’t help but feel a little restless. And this restlessness has got me thinking more about travel, and more importantly, why I like to do it.
I think the reason why I like to travel is linked to what randomly urges me to go – the need for perspective. When I go to a place I have never been, that “out of my element” feeling gives me excitement before discomfort. It sparks curiosity before fear. It gives me energy.
When you travel enough, that sense of “out of placeness” tacks itself to memories, and those memories – no matter how vastly different they are – blend together to form one cohesive feeling of familiarity, a comfort. Vulnerability fades and suddenly, whenever you’re out of you’re element, you’re actually in it.
Why do you like to travel?