To Travel, Or Not To Travel?

From breathing in the volcanic air of Pompeii, to the beautiful blue ocean waters of Croatia, I have the desire to discover it all again. Never have a few days been enough to take in all the sights and understand the culture. With every trip overseas, I find there is more about the world that… Read more »

by CharlieWilliamson 3 weeks ago

From breathing in the volcanic air of Pompeii, to the beautiful blue ocean waters of Croatia, I have the desire to discover it all again. Never have a few days been enough to take in all the sights and understand the culture. With every trip overseas, I find there is more about the world that I didn’t know, and more that I want to explore… I need to explore.

From eating crêpes on the sidewalk of Paris to the museums of Amsterdam, I can’t help it that my mind has decided that I’ll go travelling after university. As daunting as taking a gap year sounds, I will earn enough money to climb the trees of Costa Rica or swim in the Blue Lagoon of Iceland. There is so much diversity and beauty in this world, so many different buildings and types of food and wonderful people to meet and talk to. At the end of my life, I would like to fall asleep dreaming of the places I’ve visited; almost a dream, but so real it’s like it’s flashing before my eyes all over again. I can’t let my life slip by and regret that I let myself down.

From Greece to its ancient world of Athens, to exploring the island of Fiji, I have already travelled far more than I could have dreamed of. Yet it feels like a mere taster of the world; there is so much more to see and do and discover! Admittedly, I am not rich, nor come from a very well-to-do family, but in a way, that has given me an appreciation for the little townhouse on a cobblestone alley, or the modest gite in the middle of the French countryside, rather than the upstate hotel.

IMAGE BY CHARLIE WILLIAMSON

From the German city of Munich and walking the stony streets, to looking over the metropolis of New York from the top of the Empire State Building, there’s an urge growing in me, a restlessness to board a boat or hop on a plane and travel to some unknown destination. I want to fill a scrapbook with postcards of Florence and its cathedrals or flower petals from Sweden and flip through the pages, pointing out all my favourite places to my children, showing them where our next holiday could be.