laura (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} meory) wrote,@ 2008-08-05 01:03:00 |
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traveling
Whenever I go away anywhere, I never get homesick. My friends and family with whom I travel want to come home after a while and get back to a familiar place and routine. But me - when I go away to a place I love, I completely fall under the spell of the place. I'm captivated. The place has my heart, and leaving is quite terrible.
When I was in Quebec, the thought of coming home seemed pretty dreadful. I desperately didn't want to leave an astonishingly beautiful place and return to the old routine, the street I've lived on almost all my life, and the boredom of my job at home seemed too agonizing to think about. I dislike the predictability of being at home. Even though things can be difficult when away - a language barrier, not knowing your way around, etc. - I love that difficulty. I love the challenge of finding your way, literally and metaphorically, in a new place. For some reason, walking down the old cobblestone streets of Quebec or sitting on the boardwalk overlooking the St. Lawrence River, I had an inexplicable feeling of belonging more than I usually do at home.
I also love how, in a new place, you can be anyone. Just from seeing you for the first time, no one knows where you are from, what language you speak, what you've done, who you know, or anything. Leaving home, I step into a new world of possibility where anything can happen.
Every time I travel I realize again a need to move away, to another city or even another country. I have this desire for adventure that can only be satisfied by going to new places, not just for vacation, but really making a life somewhere new.
Yes, if I moved far away, I would miss my friends at home very much. But I think the best friends will always be friends in spite of distance. And having friends far away means more places to visit!
Whenever I go away anywhere, I never get homesick. My friends and family with whom I travel want to come home after a while and get back to a familiar place and routine. But me - when I go away to a place I love, I completely fall under the spell of the place. I'm captivated. The place has my heart, and leaving is quite terrible.
When I was in Quebec, the thought of coming home seemed pretty dreadful. I desperately didn't want to leave an astonishingly beautiful place and return to the old routine, the street I've lived on almost all my life, and the boredom of my job at home seemed too agonizing to think about. I dislike the predictability of being at home. Even though things can be difficult when away - a language barrier, not knowing your way around, etc. - I love that difficulty. I love the challenge of finding your way, literally and metaphorically, in a new place. For some reason, walking down the old cobblestone streets of Quebec or sitting on the boardwalk overlooking the St. Lawrence River, I had an inexplicable feeling of belonging more than I usually do at home.
I also love how, in a new place, you can be anyone. Just from seeing you for the first time, no one knows where you are from, what language you speak, what you've done, who you know, or anything. Leaving home, I step into a new world of possibility where anything can happen.
Every time I travel I realize again a need to move away, to another city or even another country. I have this desire for adventure that can only be satisfied by going to new places, not just for vacation, but really making a life somewhere new.
Yes, if I moved far away, I would miss my friends at home very much. But I think the best friends will always be friends in spite of distance. And having friends far away means more places to visit!
