Travel + Time=Learning
Since I haven’t been doing much exploring I decided to search the all wise internet for writing ideas. I searched travel blogger topics because I wondered what travel bloggers write about when they aren’t jetting around the world posting envy inducing pictures on Instagram. And of course I found a ton of ideas, and it is also comforting to know other people get writer's block and travelers sometimes just stay home for long periods.
Some of the topics didn’t suit me, but I found a few that hit home and one of them was “What have you learned about yourself through travel?” It is a question filled with so much baggage that I am not sure any of us could answer it in a blog post, but I decided to try (aren’t you lucky!).
I could give you the standard answers to this question; I have learned that we humans are more the same than we are different, I have learned that the world is big and I am small, I have also learned that wherever you go there you are. But I decided that maybe I would change it up slightly and stay away from those and talk about how travel along with time has changed me. I know a bit of a cop out as time changes everything, but the last time the Old Man and I were camping we were laughing about how much things have changed and not all of that was because of travel.
Alright, a lot has changed, but this conversation, while sitting around a campfire, was about how when the Old Man and I first moved to Boston and he was befriended by Mr. Eagle Wing himself who was trying to get us to go camping with him and his girlfriend at the time. I was a hard no and I think I even used the phrase, “camping to me is a hotel without room service.”
I have had many phases of my life and that was one of my high maintenance phases. It was also a phase where I was just learning to say yes to adventures heading my way. And having just moved to Boston from Tampa was as much adventure as I could take at the time. I am not really sure why I was so anti-camping since I had done it as a kid and really liked it, but there it was. From that moment on camping was off the table in our household.
Then the Old Man took a job in Nashville, and they we were driving from Boston to Nashville with all kinds of time to make the trip. This trip is when Riskypsy was born, and where the idea of living on the road started to form. Here we were driving west with all we owned in our little U-Haul. On this trip we stopped often to do random site seeing things and all of a sudden the idea of being able to do that made so much sense.
Fast forward us moving back to Boston from Nashville with our Prius “Zazzles”. With our new found freedom of having our own car in Boston we started taking day trips on the weekend to get the most out of living in New England. We drove all kinds of places, dragging Zoe along for the ride. We also had the freedom to drive from Boston to Tampa for the holidays which I think is when the road bug first really hit us hard. Put the Old Man and I in a car for too long and we are plotting our escape from the real world to the woods.
Slowly over many years I went from “no way I am not camping.” to living in a van and thinking it was a bit too modern. Now that we have sold Luna and are trying our hand at Tesla camping it makes me laugh to think that I now enjoy getting squished inside a car with the Old Man and the pups and falling asleep smelling of campfire. I can only assume that the change aside from me getting older and wiser I have also learned that nature is recharging. Our Memorial Day trip while setting up camp the Old Man and I both let out a big sigh of relief and he even commented that my attitude had completely changed. I guess now camping is my way of getting free and when I don’t get it I am not such a fun person to be around. This change was not overnight, but over many years and many different experiences some good some bad, but all leading me to this different person eight years down the road.
With a bit more of focus of getting overseas in the next few years, I can’t wait to see who I am eight years from now. I can only imagine I even better person with more stories to share and more understanding of the world and the people on it. I hope that future me is more adventurous and open than present me.