A stranger I met on a trip once warned me that we were kindred spirits: I clearly had the bug, and I had it for good. She was right. I’m stuck with a seemingly insatiable wanderlust, one that I doubt will fully subside even if I ultimately settle in one place. Since my diagnosis, I’ve met more people like that stranger in my work and travels, and have realized that I feel more local, in a way, to the shifting community of travelers and expats than I do to any one location.
“Tourists don’t know where they’ve been…travelers don’t know where they’re going.” -Paul Theroux
I think you can be a “traveler” even if you take very infrequent trips– that it’s an attitude, not a quota. It’s also a more accessible pastime than it might seem. I believe responsible, open-minded travel bridges lives and can enrich the perspective of both guest and host.
I started this blog* to connect with other travelers, of both the active and armchair variety, and because I love writing, taking pictures, telling stories, and exchanging ideas. Check out my Instagram for my latest views, and feel free to get in touch!