Why Travel?

I’ve always loved holidays. Who doesn’t? I think it’s safe to assume that we all love getting away from our daily lives and experiencing something new, whether it’s a relaxed beach break, an action packed adventure or getting acquainted with a new city. But in the last year or two, an overwhelming urge to see the world has overcome me. But why travel?

As someone who has operated within her comfort zone for the majority of her adult life, I’m probably one of the least likely candidates to be diagnosed with an incurable case of wanderlust. But here I am, yearning for a new adventure and constantly scrolling through Instagram in hope of inspiration for my next destination. And then I realised. I’m alive and healthy, why the heck shouldn’t I travel?

If my means allowed it, I would jet off with my laptop and bring you tales of snorkelling on the other side of the world before getting lost in retail therapy of cities. I’d retreat to a monkey sanctuary before sailing around tiny, undiscovered islands. But I’m just a regular gal and while that kind of life is one that will remain in my dreams until a lottery win, I can work at a job that I love (any offers gratefully received) to make those breaks even more special.

Travel opens the mind and lets us experience wonder and contentment at every turn. It rounds us and gives us memories that we can cherish for our entire lives. One of my greatest fears is looking back and regretting not doing more. That’s why I want to travel. That’s why we should all travel.