Travel. Travel. Travel.
It shows up on every to-do list. A goal for tomorrow, for next year. The time never seemed to be right. It was never the responsible thing to do.
I went out of the country once. It was a cultural exchange program with the State Department’s American Council of Young Political Leaders. I was neither young, nor a political leader but I got to see Jakarta and Bali and spent one night lost in Tokyo’s subway system. It was a weird trip, spend mostly in hotels, on buses and in meetings. I was sick for about 5 days. It was an amazing experience but I was frustrated by the tight schedule and long meetings. I wanted to get off the damned bus and explore. Plus, I don’t think my fellow travelers liked me very much. I think I was weird. Then again, I’m always weird.
But, that weird little trip gave me the experience of long flights and foreign countries and took away some of the fear and unknown of such things. It gave me just enough experience to be brave enough to try it by myself.
So, it’s time to go.
I want to see more of the world. I want to see strange things and meet different people. I want to get frustrated in airports and lost in a good book on a long flight. I want to be a tourist, waiting in line to see things millions of others have seen, camera in hand. I want to eat strange foods and witness the homogeny of the world. I want to be clumsy in unfamiliar surroundings. I want to read guidebooks and walk until my feet hurt. I want to be in awe.*
I want to leave Lafayette and happily return to my favorite barstool and dance floor.
And then I want to do it again.
*(…..and….ssshhh…..don’t tell anybody but I secretly want to find my soulmate. Hey soulmate, meet me at the Hagia Sofia at 1pm on September 30.)