This photo was taken 4 years ago in Egypt, somewhere outside of Cairo. There are far, far more pyramids than the famous ones we see in photos in Giza. This picture was taken one area where many were crumbled and the desert seemed like it went in forever. It was magical, breathtaking, and feels like a dream and not an actual experience I had.
When this picture popped up on my timeline I felt “omg – I need another trip.” The problem was that I just got back from a weekend away – the day before. Don’t get me wrong, St. Louis, Missouri isn’t Egypt, but it’s a trip, an adventure, time away from home. After all – I was in Greece a month ago.
The feeling didn’t go away and I found myself frantically looking for the next trip. I was supposed to go to Phoenix (♥️@em_munson) in November but the flights were so expensive – I had to make the choice to hold off for another time. This only fueled my travel fire. .
It made me wonder: what am I running from? What am I covering up with all of these trips? What vulnerability am I pushing aside?
It’s a known fact to all of my clients that Boston doesn’t feel like home (I ♥️ you NYC) but I kept thinking that there has to be something more than that. There had to be something I’m covering up with travel.
The more I thought about it – and the more I judged myself about it – I realized that I’m not covering something up, or running. I’m experiencing. I’m living a dream of mine that my brain quickly wants to judge. My brain wants to tell me I’m running – that I SHOULD be content at “home”. But…why? Why can’t travel be my way to experience life? I’ve always wanted to feel like experiences can be endless – that I can go to new places as often as I want to (and can afford to). There is not 1 place in the world that I don’t want to see. While I feel judgement sometimes from others, it doesn’t matter or have to matter. We all value different things. I value experience. It’s time to own that then judge myself for it.
