Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost


Someone asked me a while ago how travel has changed me and what I’ve learned from it. Honestly, I couldn’t answer that question until recently.

I spend a lot of time by myself especially when I travel. It’s both by choice and occasionally, it’s just because that’s how things pan out. Traveling alone primarily started this year, so it’s only been about six months, but it’s allowed me to really find and get to know myself because it’s opened me up to so many different experiences. You become so much more aware of what’s happening around you because you don’t have any other option but to adapt and to try to make friends. You learn to rely solely on yourself and you’re more exposed than you would be if you had someone to cling onto. It’s almost like a fish out of water scenario, and it’s tough at first but then you learn how to breathe.

People always ask me why I travel by myself. They’re surprised that I’m confident enough to go at it alone. I’ve been ‘flying solo’ mainly because it’s too difficult to link up with someone who is financially prepared and has the time available to do so. There’s also the element of people in general, and the fact that they are often unreliable. The reality of it is that most people I know aren’t as driven as I am in the travel aspect. When I set my mind to something, regardless of what it is, I will accomplish it. I’ll do whatever it takes to see it through and I’ve always been this way. So when I told people I was going to go to Australia ALONE in May, everyone kind of knew it was really going to happen.

I wasn’t really alone though. I ended up spending two weeks with the most amazing person I have ever met, and he showed me things I never thought I would get to see let alone experience. This is when I had an epiphany: when you travel, its not just about where you get to go and the things you see; ultimately it’s who you spend your time with and the company you keep.

The people you meet on your travels can change everything. I didn’t realize this until recently. That coupled with your overall outlook. You can go to the shittiest place on earth, and if you choose to get something out of it and to have a good time and to be open to the things that happen, it can end up being one of the best experiences of your life. The reason I’ve fallen in love with the places I’ve gotten to travel isn’t necessarily because of the cities themselves, but because of the people in them.

All cities are pretty similar in my opinion. Yes, you have your slight differences – but city life is about the same anywhere you go. New York City is fast paced and packed and just overwhelmingly huge. Chicago is a little more laid back, but I think the people are friendly so you get more of an ‘at-home’ feeling when you’re there. Sydney is practically run by Asian food restaurants and can be insanely expensive, but at the same time has some of the coolest hidden places. At the end of the day though, they’re all just places with large quantities of people and big buildings.

I normally spend a lot of time in bars because I’ve found that it’s easiest to meet people there; the atmosphere is pretty much made for that. However, when I spent two weeks in Sydney I only set foot in a pub maybe twice. I met significantly less people there than I did in say, Chicago when I spent an entire weekend doing an Irish pub crawl, but I didn’t really feel like I missed out on anything. I got to see more of Sydney than any other city not only because I had a fantastic tour guide, but I wasn’t hung over every day. This allowed me to pack everything into a 12-14 hour day, every day.

Don’t need alcohol to have fun, CHECK!

This seems like it would be a no-brainer, but six months ago it was tough for me to even imagine. I loved it though. I probably had more of a daily routine/schedule when I was in Australia than I do at home. I got up earlier and was able to get more out of my days. It was fantastic (this was after all the jetlag subsided of course).

Honestly, what really gets to me after all this traveling is coming home. I’m aware that ‘real life’ is much different than vacation, and it’s normal to feel like you’re coming down from a really great high – but it never ceases to amaze me how much my ‘home’ doesn’t feel like home anymore. Every time I leave it feels more foreign than the last place I had been traveling to. It’s not because of the actual places themselves though, it’s because of the people.

I am confident enough to believe that you can build a home literally anywhere and that it is possible to be happy there, as long as you’re happy with the people around you. This isn’t to say that I don’t love my friends or anything. I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t have them in my life. I’m just aware that there are a lot of people in this world, so how am I supposed to meet them if I only stay in one place? I have yet to satisfy my wanderlust. The closest I have come to doing so was with this last trip. I know exactly why though. The biggest lesson I’ve learned from traveling has been..

Home’ is people, not a place.



I <3 my iPhone


So, I had to edit my last post. Turns out I was wrong about a few things. There. I said it! I was wrong. I approached things emotionally instead of logically (like women do, AMIRITE?) and it kinda came back and bit me in the face. Lesson learned. Unfortunately, lesson learned the HARD way, but nevertheless – I know what I’ll be avoiding from now on. All them feels.

Anyway, what I really want to talk about, is how awesome I think my iPhone is.

It was brought to my attention recently that you can text iPhone users anywhere in the world for free – as long as you are able to iMessage them. This is a huge thing for me, because having dated someone in another country long distance almost 10 years ago – I had phone bills that were over $1000 at a time. Ridiculous, I know.

I literally could have paid for most of a brand new car had I not been texting and calling Scotland on a daily basis. But long distance relationships sucked then. All that was available was MSN messenger¬† (Skype hadn’t even been invented yet), Yahoo! or AIM – and anyone who has used AIM knows that you never used it to cam! As far as being able to call people, my options were limited there as well. I had to actually purchase a phonecard. Vonage was a company that came out for cheaper land-line service but apparently neglected to tell my mother that I could only phone another land-line, hence all my expensive bills. Damn mobiles.

Compared to 10 years ago, technology is INSANE. Now, I’m able to text Australia, England, Hungary, and Canada all at the same time, for absolutely free (minus some data). I can even FaceTime them wherever I am, as long as they have an iPhone. For that reason alone, I don’t think I will ever buy another brand of phone. This is like the greatest invention ever.

Speaking of FaceTiming, I think that’s my new favorite thing. A friend of mine has been FaceTiming me without any kind of warning lately. You’d think I’d at least get a text first asking, “Hey, are you free?” NOPE, just incoming video call. As inconvenient as this might be at times, it totally makes my day. He and I both travel a lot, so combined we could totally see a lot of the world. Plus, how fucking cool is it that you can share a moment with someone without them even needing to be there?

Obviously being with someone in person is much better than video chatting on a cell phone, but the fact that we are able to do this is mind blowing to me. You no longer need to be connected to the internet and hooked up to a webcam. I could be eating dinner on a restaurant rooftop and call someone and be like, “Look at this fucking amazing view. Look at what I am doing right now. WATCH THIS!” Totally brings a new meaning to being able to ‘share’ media.

I don’t know.

It’s exciting to me. I can’t even imagine what the next 10 years of technology will bring. I cannot wait to find out though.