There comes a time when one is just...tired. Anything can signal this feeling, and every once in awhile you just need to leave.
There's this quote from a book written by John Green, something like "leaving only works when something important is left behind." Now that it's my senior year, it'll soon be time to leave important things behind: home, family, friends that are the same as family to me, the natural surroundings of where I've grown up. But there is a verb that is much greater and I believe more important that has been on my mind: to travel.
Living in a small town in North America has its advantages for sure, but it also leaves one with an unacceptable thirst for the outside world. Obviously, the Spanish speaking world has its draw for me: the culture, people, food, and both the good and bad things in these places inspire and intrigue me. Beyond of this, there is so much more to see, explore, and be in: Italy, England, Australia, Japan, India, Africa, Germany, Iceland, Oregon...the list is extensive (for myself anyway). All I know is that right now, going someplace new sounds like a refreshing change of pace. It will be interesting to leave behind what I've always known, but to stay would be to close a door to a brilliant future, however unknown and fraught with terrifying joys and sorrows.
There are many ways to explore this new world before me. I'm attending a university that's only two hours away from my town, but I feel that it has a secluded yet energetic vibe intended to help all learn as well as really live. Still...the rest of the world beckons. Study abroad will definitely be a part of my experience, hopefully to either Argentina, Chile, or Spain, for a summer, few weeks, or even a year. Sabbaticals provide a promising outlet. The idea of backpacking through the Andes thrills me. And after college...no one will be able to stop me from helping, meeting, and living with others in our small world.
Maybe this is just a rant belonging to someone whose cabin fever has built up over the last two decades or so. But that can't deny the fact that to travel is in my blood. Viajar está en mi sangre.
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