I have always loved travelling. Recently, however, my wanderlust has been particularly strong. Since 2009, my international travels have included the Bahamas, India twice (Delhi, Agra, Jaipur, Shekhawati, Dharamsala, and Bir), Scotland (Edinburgh, Loch Lomond), the Netherlands, Spain (Madrid, Valencia, Barcelona), Italy, France, England (London, Rye, Kent, Wadhurst), Austria (Vienna, Salzburg), and the Dominican Republic. In less than 2 weeks I graduate, and two days afterwards I will be off again- starting in London and then most likely heading to Greece (Mykonos or Kos), Morocco (Fez), and the Czech Republic (Prague).
Whew. Considering I’ve done all that while being a full-time student and also holding jobs, that’s not too shabby.
Climbing the mountain by Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh
Most people want to travel, I don’t think I’m any different in that respect. The difference is that with me it’s a borderline compulsion. I find a way to do it even if it means not buying groceries or textbooks or selling half my possessions on Ebay.
Why? Good question. I have had many conversations with many people about why I have a constant need to travel. I think a large part of it is that I feel as though I am a citizen of the world, not any one place. Continue reading