“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.” – Susan Sontag
It’s no revolution that everyone has the lust to wander. Personally, I’d avoid the type of human who didn’t have an intrinsic need to see the world. There are thousands of articles floating through the digital realm for millenials. We read them, we share them, but what are we actually doing about them?
Yes – there are circumstances that are unavoidable sometimes. It could be money, it could be work, it could be fear, it could be anything. But I personally believe there’s a way around every excuse.
Don’t buy the whole group shots because you turn into Bill Gates after 12am. Don’t give into the email subscriptions to your favorite stores and Sephora’s latest sample. Don’t order $30 worth of sushi when you could cook for $5.
Would you rather watch your closet grow or the amount of stamps on your passport?
In 2015 I decided to not make anymore excuses. This year I’ll use all my vacation days. I’ll work on the plane to catch up. I’ll do whatever it takes to learn more about the world – month by month. Each month I plan on going somewhere new (with one possible exception). I’ll use long weekends to my advantage, and the days I rolled over because I chose to work over the holidays.
I want to learn about the places I all but see on the latest trending article. I want to take advantage of the freedom we have in our twenties – when the excuses that we have are not really excuses at all. I want to find myself between airport terminals, long layovers, overpacked carry-ons, scary menu choices, and unprecedented views.
I want to keep mapping out my heart by getting lost instead of found.
I’d like to travel alone and become my own tour guide without the security of company. I’d like to take in a horizon before I add a filter to it. I’d like to be a visitor and an observer without turning into a tourist.
I hope I get a little scared this year. I hope I learn how to really deal with delayed flights. I hope I lose myself a little (but manage to not lose my baggage). I hope I fall in love – with myself and with the world.
I’d like to dance on a cobblestone street somewhere to the local sounds. I’d like to turn down strange corners to find the places only locals know.
I’d like to taste ambition across state lines and oceans.
I want to learn from a stranger – whether next to me on a plane or in the line to buy gelato. I want to say yes to experiences that weren’t planned. I want to fall and scrape my knees simply for the story.
I hope that I end up seeing instead of just going. I hope I end up hearing what you can only hear when you let your walls fall. I hope I end up feeling what it’s like to be alone and not lonely.
I’d like to memorize the difference in the sound of feet on sidewalks across the country. I’d like to keep the feeling of living something new in words that never get old. I’d like to live a story worth telling.
I want my consciousness to rise as high as the planes do. I want my heart to always have something to say like the view from trains do. I want my eyes to always search for more, more, more.
This year I throw excuses to the window. This year I’ll still save, but I’ll focus on saving memories instead of just a bank account. This year I’ll work my ass off, but I’ll also do it by taking a red-eye home.
I have a lust to wander – but I wouldn’t call myself a wanderlust.
I simply want to see the sunset on different horizons, to touch the history of breaking walls that aren’t broken, and to laugh with people who found each other on life’s intersections.
What’s booked and planned so far:
- January 22-25: Atlanta for a college reunion (this weekend – yay)
- February 13-16: New York City for a #congratsiamsingletoday trip
- March 13-18: Austin for SXSW thanks to the best job in the world
- May 14-25: Spain (Madrid and Barcelona) for a family vaca then a solo trip to Lisbon on my way home