In an attempt to keep things fresh on the blog, I’ve opted to write about a variety of topics but in a more uniformed way. I’m trying to get back into the blogosphere slowly, so I thought if I had some sort of plan in place this would help.
Every month, I’m going to try and post at least 4 times within these categories: Lifestyle, Travel, Food & Books. These are things I’ve written about a lot over the years anyway, but now I’m going to try and tame the chaos that is my blog.
Last week’s post was about self-care and this week I’ll be discussing my love of travelling. Enjoy!
I remember my excitement when I received the email that I would be going to study abroad in China. I remember applying for the trip to China and not really thinking, “Would my mum let me go?” Probably because I knew deep down that my mum wouldn’t mind me going if it gave me a chance to broaden my horizons. My mum is cool like that.
But, I also remember when I got back to my uni digs to tell my boyfriend at the time. I was absolutely buzzing and was so excited to share this amazing news. Until I saw his facial expression and realised that it was the start of the end.
I still went on my trip to China because no boy should ever stop you from doing what you want. I’d been abroad before but this was a big one. Being away from my family for four and a half months? Boy! Yet, I did it. I experienced so many new things, learnt a new culture, picked up a new language (which, due to my negligence, I’ve lost now except for the random “ni hao” and “xiexie”) and made so many new friends.
China was the catalyst that sparked my love of travelling.
I’ve been away abroad a lot. A fact that I do like to humble brag about but not too much, so as not to sound like too much of an arsehole. It wasn’t until I went away on my own that I realised this is something that I love.
There’s a big difference between going abroad with your family and by yourself/with friends. Sure, it can be fun with your family but the independence you get when you go without them is a whole other level.
I went on my first trip with friends to Prague in 2013. Whilst it was pretty much a whole drunken affair (don’t judge me), I still had the best time and I couldn’t wait to go away again. And again. And again.
I get holiday blues quite badly and always find myself searching for flight and accommodation costs and looking at lists of the best places to visit. I like coming up with imaginary itineraries using inspirock.com and visitacity.com because I love to imagine myself actually visiting these places and soaking it in all in.
My favourite trip to date has to be me and Mutay’s birthday trip to Barcelona back in 2016. Barcelona absolutely captured my heart from the first time I visited back in 2014 and I knew that I had to visit again. It took me two years, but I eventually made it back and that trip was full of so many happy, funny, amazing memories. From visiting the W Hotel and partying on the 26th floor to crashing into a bunch of scooters because I don’t know how to drive, everything about that trip made me the happiest I’ve ever been.
The feeling of abroad is something I want to replicate over and over again because it is a feeling like no other. Right from making my way to the airport, checking in, bag drop, going through security – even those things that may be an annoyance to some people, make me so excited for my trip. The feeling of landing in a different country and stepping off the plane makes me want to shout from the top of my lungs.
I remember when Mutay and I arrived in Iceland and we stepped out of the airport to catch our coach. I was so cold – ice cold – and yet I could not stop grinning for the fact that I was in a new country and I was there to experience new things and it just made my heart burst with joy.
I really wanted to write this post to not only let you guys know how much I love travelling but also to urge you to travel if you have the chance. The feelings that come with travelling are none other – you get to create new memories, meet new people and experience something other than ‘your norm’.
Travelling has helped shape who I am as a person – helped me grow and exercise my independence. Isn’t that what growing is all about? Exploring who we are by trying out different things and seeing what works and what doesn’t.
The day that I’m able to quit my job and just go explore regions of the world that I haven’t yet seen, will be the happiest day of my life. I just know it.