I don’t know about anyone else but I find that the more I travel, the more I want to travel. Like, I’ll visit somewhere new but then end up adding 10 more entries to the list of places I want to travel to. It’s like a never-ending circle.
Some people might call it a bucket-list, but I’m not so sure how I feel about that term. This isn’t a physical list that I have compiled and written down on paper. It’s more of a mental list of places I know I want to see at some point in my life.
Each time I visit somewhere new I find that more places are added to my list. When I hear about an amazing city from someone I meet when travelling I add it to my mental list. When my parents return from one of their trips raving about somewhere I haven’t thought about visiting before, I metaphorically jot that down too. When I visit somewhere I love I put it on my list as somewhere I want to return to. I don’t want to miss anything or anywhere out.
There’s something so exciting, exhilarating and rewarding about visiting new places and returning to old, familiar ones too. Having new experiences, seeing new things, and learning more about the world around us is so incredible. Nothing beats it.
I’m a firm believer that travel is an overwhelmingly positive aspect of anyone’s life. Travelling to new places increases our understanding, tolerance and makes us more accepting of other cultures, religions and attitudes. I’m pretty sure that now, more than ever, the world could use a bit of that. And that’s why I’m happy that my travel list keeps getting longer. I want to do more, see more and be more as a person because of it.
I know I probably won’t get the chance to actually see every single place and have every experience that I long for (unless I win the lottery anytime soon!), but that’s okay. Striving to travel as much as I can and experience as much as I can is pretty okay with me.