I want to pack a backpack and live out of it with only the essentials I need. I want to sleep in tents, hostels or in my car as I wander through different towns in different countries. I want to sleep in places that people have never heard of. I want to turn my dreams into reality. I want to experience what it’s like to live life simplistically without feeling tied down to society and suffocated by useless things.
I want to meet people who are different than me, but still connect with me. I want to learn their cultures and ways of life. I want to learn their history and backgrounds. I want to be submerged in different languages. I want to find lifelong friends on the other side of the world.
I want to be in constant awe of the earth and everything it has to offer. I want to see things I could never have possibly imagined and try things I’ve only dreamed of. I want my curiosity to grow greater and stronger than it already is. I want to take in every skyline and bask in the solitude of unfamiliar places.
When I return home, I don’t want to feel whole. I want to feel like I left pieces of myself throughout the world. I want to look beyond what’s right in front of me and understand the world we live in. I want to fulfill my wanderlust desire and even if, for some inconceivable reason, I hate a life of travel, I want to know that I can always come home.
But I will never be satisfied until l am out in the world fulfilling this empty desire I have growing inside me and learning in the most natural settings .
When I say I want to travel, I’m saying I want to experience everything. Because experience is far more valuable than money will ever be.