Travel used to be a foreign concept to me. It wasn't until a couple years ago that I began to travel more. Mainly because my brother moved away and I really can't live without him (shhhh) so all of a sudden I was going between New York and Chicago up to four times a year. Then, I realized I could go anywhere I wanted. Of course, it isn't cheap, but incessantly checking for cheap flights pays off. Therefore, I plan to travel to as many places as possible, the least touristy the better (Lets just say, Disneyland is the last on my list). This April I was in Guadalajara visiting family and decided to go on an adventure. I drove out to Guanajuato which is only a couple hours away. I still have dreams of the beautiful streets in Guanajuato, or I should say "callejones." It's truly a majestic city and I can't wait to return.
It feels like every time I travel to a new place, not only do I fall in love with it's quotidian ways; but, I end up leaving a piece of me behind. I don't notice it until I'm far gone. Until I am in my habitual space, I notice how much I miss this new discovered place of which I have new wonderful memories. But, it isn't only the place I'm missing, I'm missing the piece that stayed behind. Change is uncomfortable, and I almost feel myself transform. As I break free from a part of me I did not need, I feel a new clarity and motivation I did not have before. I find it almost meditative (not counting the airport). This isn't the main reason why I like to travel, but it sure is a huge plus!
I know we don't do it as much because it can be very expensive. But even just driving a few hours away from home for the weekend count! I say we do more traveling and less spending on unnecessary things (Which I should probably do less of too).
On to the next destination.