I was born and raised in the same city, and lived in the same house my whole life (in fact, my parents still live in that house). While I was lucky enough to travel at a young age, it was mostly only to visit family on the opposite coast. But, I've always had a deep desire to travel, explore, and go on adventures.
Call me crazy, but I dreamt of my parents picking us up and moving us to somewhere new. You know, that whole grass is greener thing. They had moved quite a bit before I was born, but my dad's job kept them in San Diego after I arrived, so I only ever knew one home.
Since my childhood moving dreams never came true (of course a romanticized notion that never would've turned out as exciting as I had imagined), I jumped at the first chance I had to move away...College. I had some limitations (within the state), so I specifically wanted to choose the school furthest away, and where I didn't know a single person. I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone. Meet new people. Explore a new place. Have an adventure. Re-invent myself if that's what I really wanted.
And I did that.
I chose a school 500 miles away from the only home I'd ever known.
Once in college, I studied French and Italian, despite already meeting the foreign language requirement. I was only 3 classes shy of a French minor.
I switched majors at one point from International Business to International Relations. (The subject matters couldn't be that different, right? Both international and all....)
When I made a 10 year plan at 21 years old, it involved moving to the East Coast, and even living in Europe (France) for at least 3 months.
I took a job on the east coast in my mid-twenties because I thought that might make it easier to travel to Europe, at least compared to my entire life spent on the west coast.
I was someone who didn't really travel, but lived my life as if I did. I made all of my important life decisions based on having such an interest (no, desire) in exploring the world, yet I had barely explored my own country.
In fact, I didn't even get my first passport until I was 29 years old.
I always assumed I would have traveled to at least Europe at a much earlier age - especially to France since I studied the language - and culture - over the course of six years. While I have a thing about living life with no regrets, if I had to choose one...it would be that I didn't study abroad during college, or travel internationally sooner in life.
So, in the last 3 years, I've finally traveled. I've traveled to more states and two continents. And it's absolutely become a passion. I didn't realize all that I was really missing out on until I did leave the country. My passion and desire to see the world, meet new people, explore new places, and learn history has magnified.
I decided to take this passion - and all the information I've gathered during hours of looking up travel deals and planning itineraries for trips I have yet to take - and put it into words on this blog.
I hope I can inspire even just one person to travel, explore, and wander. To be pushed out of their comfort zone. To learn new things and gain a new perspective. And to be forever changed and inspired. Travel really does make you rich.