Traveling and You

Traveling is wonderful. You go away for 2 weeks, 2 months, however long you choose. You explore. Meet new people. Learn about differences between your city and the one you’re in. You put yourself out there to create the feeling of a temporary home. Then the place becomes a home. But the next thing you know you’re on the plane heading home.

Back to your “old” life. How did time go by so fast? It’s like time at home was on pause since you left, because it doesn’t feel like you have. You come back a different person with a different mind, yet everything around you is still the same. You no longer feel that freedom and inspiration to explore. You’re already in a place you know too well. You want to go back and do it over to make sure you appreciated every little detail and didn’t miss one opportunity. It’s addictive. You want to leave again. You want to experience the feeling of being new to something, someplace. There’s no place like home, yes, that’s true, but you can create a home anywhere you go. The hardest part is leaving a place you fall in love with so quickly and became a part of. A place that became a part of you.

Eventually we all head home, to our “old” lives once again. Some of us take these experiences and use them to create new lives, but some simply like the short getaway. Either way, both types of people, no matter how hard it is for them to leave a new place, us travelers know that traveling is the most enriching and self-fulfilling experience for anyone. It teaches you things about life that no story or book could help you understand.

A Rant About My Stressful, School-Surrounded Life

Just another day my dreams didn’t come true.
Another day of being let down from my high expectations.
I don’t know why I expect so much out of myself when I do so little,
but there’s no one to push me to accomplish my goals.
There’s always excuses or forced conflicts, so I can’t spend time on my personal activities that I enjoy.
Nobody understands how important these little things are because they are who I am, I can’t disregard them.
I need a break from the forced work and spend more time accomplishing my personal goals.
The more goals I set for myself, the more I resent myself because I never accomplish them.
My life has been taken over by numbers that represent who I am.
I should not defined by the numbers they put next to my name.
I want to be defined by what I accomplished and created on my own. It’s what I need.