Well, I’m back. Sitting in my home in Santa Barbara- looking out the window into a sun filled garden, planning how to steal my neighbors avocados. (Hopefully she’s not reading)
I’ve always loved traveling, and part of the excitement for me is that I have an almost unbeatable place to return to. It’s like a contest with the rest of the world. 😉
But really, wow! I’m back! I made it all the way through a month long trip with no lost body parts, no lost items, no phone service, and not very much money! I’m proud of myself.
Yesterday on the plane it hit me how far I actually was from my normal life… Pretty incredible. I don’t owe it all to myself at all, that would be a huge lie. So many people along the way helped me to figure out what I was doing, hosted me in their homes, gave me food…
And I think that leads me to my main discovery. Traveling is about humility. I think so often travel can be often confused with “vacation”, but I really think they are two completely different things with different purposes and mindsets.
I had the privilege of staying with friends and family on my trip, so I felt less like a tourist- but honestly, I can’t escape the fact that I am a tourist. No matter how many hostels you stay in, or cool hip spots you find, you’re still a tourist. And that’s OKAY. Doing “touristy” things is OKAY. There’s a reason why those things are more popular, and you shouldn’t be turned off by that just because you want to be cool or different or whatever.
Just be humble.
As I was walking around the Louvre in Paris, or in Hyde park in London I noticed lots of people out on their morning run. These places are people’s home!
Travel shouldn’t be about checking off your agenda, but about letting a place inform you and teach you things you couldn’t find anywhere else. Every city and place you go has a spirit that is unique, and you’ll only really feel it if you give up your tight agenda.
I gave up trying to fit in, because I obviously didn’t. I speak American English and my French is poor. My home is in California and I don’t have dual citizenship anywhere. I am an American. Big whoop.
On another note I feel like I’ve learned a lot about being alone. I enjoy it. It’s taken me a while to get to the point where I can say that with full confidence, but this trip (and the fact that I actually did it) has given me the final boost to where I really believe myself when I say it.
And so what do I want to leave you blog reading people with? (Whoever you crazy people are)
Just do things. Please don’t let fear rule your life. Fear of poverty, fear of loneliness, fear of looking silly, fear of whatever. Ultimately people probably don’t care as much as you think they do, and will probably respect you more if you make your own decisions as a strong independent person. (And if they don’t that’s also not your problem)
Don’t be afraid.
I have loved this blog. 🙂 who knows maybe I’ll drop a few posts in once and a while, but roughly it’s coming to a close.
I’ll finally leave you with some of my favorite things:
Being alone in new places:
Thanks for following my adventures folks. 🙂 it’s been a pleasure to write for you.