a home body is what i’ve always been. adventures looked nice on paper, but i could never execute them. it might be because i never traveled as a kid or went camping with dad. i never went on fun road trips with the family. i just stayed in my community bubble. (definitely learned from my parents mistakes. i’m taking my kids everywhere and letting them experience everything.)
i had the opportunity to go to europe this past summer. specifically to london, uk and paris, france. it was an unforgettable experience. the architecture, the people, the culture. everything was so different, and i loved it.
it was a 2 week trip. longest time i’ve ever spent on vacation. it was the first time i had been over seas. my body begin to ache from the lack of the familiar.
its a shame. i wish i could be trained to enjoy long distance and long lasting trips. i have ideas in my head about going on tour, backpacking through europe, working on a farm thats far from home, and just selling all of my things and leaving to be a nomad. i love the idea of going where the wind blows.
yes, i love the idea. will i ever be bold enough to actually follow through? maybe. maybe when i get married. maybe when i go through some tragic event where i lose everything but my free will to go adventure. maybe when i have enough courage to actually follow through with ANY of the big ideas i have in my head.
i wrote the book on avoiding big change. now, how do i break that habit? i’m sure smoking weed and drinking a bunch of alcohol could do a number on my anxiety, but i’m looking for something else.
its all mental. its just the restriction my logic puts on my emotions (which can sometimes be beneficial, but is usually just an inconvenience when i want to follow through with spontaneous and adventurous things to enhance the quality of my life). i need to unlearn the reasoning i have for not acting upon my spontaneity and just do what i want to do because i want to do it. simple as that.
my name is casey, and i want to learn how to be a world traveler.