I think I have been extremely blessed to grow up in a family that puts travel in such high regard. I was already taken on family road trips to San Antonio to see the Alamo and to hang out by the pool at our now-favorite hotel by the time I was six. If I had not traveled so consistently, I am not sure I would have grown to love it as much as I do now. A lot of the people I went to school with didn’t really care about my adventures, big or small. When I told them stories, they almost didn’t understand. They were kind of indifferent about their own family vacations. They liked being home.
That brings me to ask – why travel? Why travel if you can live your whole life in your hometown and be perfectly happy? Why travel if you can work comfortably in your bubble? What’s the point?
Now, what I’m talking about is different than not being able to travel because of money. I hate that people are so commonly limited because of their resources, but I also understand it. Sometimes I have to step back and realize funding my schooling is more important than going somewhere or doing something. So I get it. But I don’t get not wanting to go in the first place.
What’s the point? When we travel, we learn from what is around us. We soak in the culture and language of people we don’t normally see and maybe won’t ever see again. When we travel, we discover parts of ourselves we would have never known – through being put in unique situations in new places. Travel does this thing where when you discover an affinity for it, the desire to be on the move never goes away. It’ll keep bugging you. Little things you do will remind you of something you’ve done while abroad. You return from travel with new stories, new keepsakes, new people in your heart. When we travel we end up enriching our lives so much more than we could have imagined. It brings me to think that if someone hasn’t tried to wiggle out of their town for an adventure, why?
So, why travel when you are perfectly okay in your comfort zone? Because life is about pushing your limits and becoming uncomfortable. It’s about not having a life, it’s about living. So next time when you’re debating going three towns over for a popular restaurant or buying that cheap round-trip ticket to Seattle, Washington for a weekend, I hope you do it. Live. Travel is a vital part of life, and a lot of people miss out on it. I think that’s the point.