To think I’ve only been a “traveler” for 3 years is almost unbelievable. I feel like I wasted 23 years of my life not traveling. Now I can proudly show all the stamps in my nearly full passport of places some only dream to go – India, Malaysia, Hong Kong, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, etc. I feel so blessed and fortunate to have had these travels but now being back home in the States, it feels like something is missing from my life. I’m desperately missing travel. I miss everything about it. I miss the feeling I had when I first touched down in Bangkok as a homeless, terrified, lost, unemployed 23 year old. Everything was so new and exciting. I got lost more than daily. I tried new foods (some smelt like feet, some were meant to crawl on the ground and not be eaten). I did not let any fear stand in my way. After moving to the other side of the world alone, what is fear anymore? Traveling for me allows me to let go of every inhibition I feel and be completely scared but conquer each and every fear. It’s made me the strong person I am today and for that, I am so thankful to each country I have visited, each person I’ve met, each crazy thing I’ve done, and each dirty hotel room I’ve stayed in. If I could offer you one piece of advice in life: TRAVEL! You won’t regret it. I promise.
Here are just a small sample of the fears I’ve conquered in my travels:
I can’t wait to conquer my next fear, maybe right here at home.