What I Love About Traveling and Why I Travel Full Time
Up to last year, my wanderlust was confined to the 25-day holiday benefit I got through my office job. But the urgent desire to see the world was stronger than anything else. So I left my British courtyard behind and entered the travel culture.
Want to know where I am right now? In Sydney, where i’ve been residing for the past few day. Next destination? Hobbit Land (aka New Zealand). But why? Why do I travel?
“To awaken alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” – Freya Stark
What do I love about traveling?
For the first time in this year of wild adventures I am actually trying to find some answers to the above question, firstly because my editor (hey Mandy!) asked me to do so (thank you, Sabrina :P), secondly because it might help me reply to the thousands of questions I have in my mind and to the people who keep asking this question over and over.
Truth to be told, I have no plans or plane tickets to go home yet and the more I see, the more I want to see.
Yeah, it’s like a drug, but the good kind (and totally legal). After much reflection, here is a first list…but I feel that in a few months, the reasons might change.
I love to challenge myself and push my limits
When you live in the comfort of a house (whether it’s a mansion, a room, a pad or a studio), you become lazy and comfortable. You know where your things are, you can go to the toilet anytime, you can shower EVERY day (full time travelers are aware how difficult some of these things might be when you’re on the road…). In short: life in a place you call home is (too) easy!
Traveling changed that. One day I’ll be sleeping in the open Indian desert under a million stars and the day after you can find me climbing the Cradle Mountain in Tasmania. Then I might bediving in the Great Barrier Reef or even jumping off of a plane at 50000 feet in Lake Taupo (well, I haven’t actually done the last one yet, but I’ve booked it…wish me luck!).
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I love having time for myself
So many people booked their holidays to India, Bali and Rome following the footsteps of the Elizabeth Gilbert and her Eat, Love and Pray journey and so many people think that the place they are going to visit is the one which will change them. I was one of them.
And even ifI didn’t really find myself (or the man I want to marry), this past year has surely helped me to clear memory space on my brain disk. I managed to organise my total personal mess into various folders that allow me to prioritise happiness and joy vs dramas and depression.
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I love experiencing new cultures
This is probably the most common reason. I don’t travel to tick boxes on an imaginary list of countries (nor I count them if I only have a flight connection there, as some other bloggers do…..). Immersing myself in a new culture is the “why” I keep traveling without getting bored or tired. I love understanding new people, culture and history behind the country or a city.
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I love people and I am intrigued by them – regardless of their colour, religion, belief or appearance. Call me weird, but I’m fascinated by the differences we have in the world.
If you stay in one place all your life, you will never really get how the world works. You will never understand the real reasons behind things you read about on newspapers or watch on telly. You will put a limit on your life and your world. Don’t.
I love meeting new people
Since I have started traveling and forced by the situations, I found my old self somewhere inside me. I remember the young Sabrina – social and not afraid to chat to people. It took some time to dig her out and convince her to come out of the shyness closet. She was covered by layers of corporate life, but at some point she did and we are now inseparable. (It’s me, in case you didn’t get it) I’ve managed to make some great friends and some of my fondest memories of travel have been moments with the people that I met on the road.
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I love surprises and being out of control
I used to be a total control freak who wanted to know every single detail of my day/ week / month ahead. In the last year, I had to drop that in favour of the unexpected, the magic of not knowing where you are going, if you are sleeping and what you are going to do or who you are going meet.
This is the pure sense of adventure and I love the fact that every day is exactly like that. Ask me where I am going to be during Christmas this year – I have no clue. Or where I’m going after the Pacific Islands – no idea, the world is my oyster.
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I love learning!
Learning is a strong reason why people travel. They want to experience something unfamiliar and leave with new skills or knowledge. Seeing the world is more educational than a high school or college class. This real-life course of discovering how the rest of the world lives covers subjects you might have hated at school, but you will love now.
And because you’re actually experiencing this learning in real life, not reading it in a textbook, it will stay with you for a long time. In fact, it will stay with you, forever.
I love traveling because I love my life.
Ultimately, I love travelling because it helped me to appreciate my life. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every single second. I love it. When I was working 14 hours in an office in London, I had no time to appreciate anything. Every day was the same, and there was little to appreciate beyond the always-too-far weekend.
Today, here, in this old sofa in a Bondi apartment, I am grateful for everything I have and am. I appreciate my day.
Excuse me now, the waves are calling, I gotta go catch ‘em. See ya! (Note from Mandy, the editor: I got so jealous when I read that part)