Here’s a secret among travellers:
Travelling is one of the only things in this world that keeps us sane in an utterly insane world.
Travelling the world has a way of helping me realise just how good I have it. I think about my place in this life, about who I am, where I am, and where I’m going. I also think about where my funding is coming from (a lot), but that’s a matter for another day.
Before I started travelling (at every opportunity I got), my life was perfectly normal. I’d get up and do the whole 9 to 5 enchilada. Once I got home, I’d sit down for some brainwashing found on the television as part of my nightly entertainment. Come weekends, I’d just try to numb out the bustle of the insanely fast-paced life I was living, and I did this with the help of things such as beer and watching football with friends.
One of the best realisations I’ve had during my life as a nomadic traveller is the fact that I need to explore as much of this world as possible. I need to escape the madness of daily life and find sanctuary in a space and place that pushes me beyond my comfort zone.