Go, young person
I recently stumbled across this article:
It was a fantastic read with an even better message. Travel young. It’s probably one of the best things you could do with your life. And I wholeheartedly agree.
I’ve been traveling since I was very small. My mom would bring me back and forth between worlds - One month in the Philippines, half a year in Hawaii, back to the Philippines - I could hardly remember my time there. As we grew older, we visited other places. Seattle, Las Vegas, California.
Then, I had my first return trip back to the Philippines, in which I could actually remember it all. It was beautiful. The people are so vastly different, the foods outstanding, the experience, even better.
I yearn to live out of a suitcase and see the world. On my most recent trip, however, I felt something I never, ever, felt before. I was homesick. And I figured out why.
It’s because I have ties in Hawaii. I missed my dog. My house with my roommates. I missed my boyfriend. But..I’m too restless, too incomplete to be tied down.
I’m going to keep going, and going, and going. And nothing can stop me. And I’m sorry if you can’t follow.
