Wanderlust is My Pilot
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." Dumbledore, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" JK Rowling
In light of this quote, I think it best to simply get out and live instead of dreaming of it. But I've spent a lot of time dwelling on dreams.
Travel is one of those things that will take hold of you and create something new from the fibers of your being. Once you've dipped your toes in the world, you'll never be the same. You'll happily let it drag you in over your head, and there you'll be immersed in your own immense smallness.
You'll daydream about spice markets while you sit in a cubicle. There in that veal cage you atrophy, yearning for any hint of something vibrant to jolt against the dull hum of fluorescence and the non-smell of people's lives ticking away for a dime. You'll lose track of time as your mind wanders through far-off dense jungles, or get whisked away by the ruins of ancient worlds with each blink of your eyelids. Tides may rush in to threaten the productivity of your work day. And suddenly, that cubicle will become unbearably tight, gray, and repetitive, no matter how much you delight in the what of your existence.
As it will, travel has gripped me. I am never content to sit unless I have just recently returned from someplace. It's as if the entire world is speaking in my ears at the same time. Staring in my window. Waiting for me to come play. The world is enthralling, and I'm in happily taken in by it. I am bent on building my life on the banks of the jet stream.
Since we're bound to the reality of our present existence (mortgage, desk job, car, bills, limited vacation time...), my husband and I have discovered work arounds to make travel a more common reality. We've begun to determine what we want most from a given destination and what we can do without. And we've found that more often than not, it's the little things we take for granted that can be foregone for much larger, better experiences. We experience the world like royalty and move about it like vagabonds. We've dined at one of the world's top-ranked restaurants, but arrived on foot after miles of walking as the other patrons arrived in their Porsches with paid drivers.
We travel light and we aim to travel often. We live outside the cultural notion that travel is a once-every-few-years kind of thing. For us, it's a desire that can be assuaged with less effort, cost, and time than you might think and as we learn, we'll share our findings with you.
We are currently living the veal-cage lifestyle. Even if we love what we do, two weeks a year feels like drowning in deskness. We're unquenchably thirsty for more culture, light, air, experience, raw and unfiltered. I suppose it's a sense of desperation. We can't go on this way anymore, and since very real constraints tell us we can't just quit and walk into the woods, we'll be looking for unusual solutions, things other people aren't doing. We'll be those travelers.
On our anniversary trip, we were dressed in beach-comfortable attire and we carried everything we had with us on our backs. A bag each. And it amazed us how much our setting dictated what people saw in us. When we were on the beach, everyone assumed our bags contained the contents of that day's excursions. When we were walking through town and using buses and trolleys, we were assumed to be regular people doing regular things. When we were in fancy places, we were seen as distinctly lower class, and when we were among the homeless in the city, we were assumed to be intentionally homeless wanderers. It was fascinating. We were wearing the same clothes, doing the same things.
I look forward to sharing travel tips and learning from you as well. We've been so many places and we've seen lots of beautiful and stunning things. And the more the see, the more we long for the next venture.
Cheers and let's get living!