So, everyone has their own story about how positively amazing traveling is. How it simply changes your WORLD (pun intended), it makes you interesting, it teaches you patience as well as teaching you how to open your eyes and see how remarkable every little piece of the earth is and most importantly, how travelling helps you discover who you really are. What people DO NOT tell you is simply how f*cked you are trying to return to a 'normal' life. Seriously, where was the WARNING sign at my travel agency when I was booking my first ever overseas holiday - that when I would return, the travel bug would bite so hard I would begin booking more and more, some even a few months out from the one before. The struggle is REAL.
Especially at 22, almost 23 (errrrrr) I am more frustrated then I ever thought possible. I thought I would be very satisfied by this point - after all I graduated from University in 2013, have been fortunate enough to travel to the US twice, as well as a quick 3 month visit to europe all in the passed year and I did find some full-time employment BUT I am restless. Really really REALLY restless. I can't explain it, but I am shifting the blame onto 'travel'. It F*CKED me. All of my perceptions and dreams of becoming a career-driven-power-woman have subsided and now all I care about is about whereI am going to next? And do you know why I am so addicted? It's because of the ability to feel somewhat carefree - which a majority of my generation have hardly experienced. A good majority of my friends are pre-programmed robots. Expectations rule our roofs, we simply believe in the equation University Degree + Good Job + Money + big fat motherf*cking mortgage = True Happiness. But does it? I don't think so. I do believe in goals - that is not what this is about. However I do suggest goals should be internal, as opposed to materialistic objects (such as that huge f*cking house to store the sh*t you don't actually "need").
Traveling does change a person. You learn the value of 1 dollar, a comfy bed, a good-sized meal, and what a truly clean shower looks like. But you also learn to appreciate the smallest of things, such as the sunset, the fact that a smile means the same in every language, and how you really could not have learnt all of these things back home. I am aware that I am fortunate enough to see the world, however it isn't luck, or my parents money and I do not get paid to do it either. i save all of my little pennies and just GO. If life is ever meant to be lived like that f*cking Gen Y equation - count me OUT (until I am married, then of course I shall be that boring b*tch).
I forgot what I was getting so heated about - I need to take notes in future.