There’s the consuming ache inside of me to wander to some remote place and just be there. It’s like that itch you get to have a new piercing or get another tattoo; you have to scratch it.
I remember being aware of my mortality as a kid (who wants to think about Barbies when you can worry about life being too short?) and wanting to travel the world to explore new cultures and scenery has always been something I’ve placed a high importance on.
My eyes are greedy, and there are so many places I long to see.
I can’t be doing with modern day busy life. It’s hectic, it’s a mess, and all we hear day in day out is terrible things going on in the world. I want to just get away from that and be away from the ‘outside world’.
When I went to Scotland earlier in the year, it felt just like that. It was just me, my Mum, and Tom exploring and appreciating beautiful scenery. Though we went to towns, and even popped into Edinburgh, most of the week it felt like we were removed from civilisation, and that was so nice.
Maybe you call it burying my head in the sand, and perhaps it is to a certain extent, but it’s nice not to hear about all the terrible stuff that’s happening in the world.
Most days, I feel like I’m just not wired right for modern day life. Sure, I love technology but I wish life was easier and simpler. I’d love to spend my days exploring nature and the wilderness.
Who says I have to sit behind a desk forever? Who says I can’t go adventuring and exploring beautiful and stunning places where there’s no trace of civilisation? No gaudy skyscrapers or advertising boards. Just miles, and miles of mountains, trees, or water.
- I want to explore forests
- I want to watch a sunrise from the top of a mountain
- I want to kayak across beautiful lakes
- I want to see the Northern Lights
And dammit, I’m going to do my best to do those things.
Do you long to travel? Or have you not been bitten by the travel bug?
*If you did not get the reference in the title, watch this. To this day, it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. John Cleese might be my patronus.