I was bitten by the travel bug at a relatively late age. I never had the desire to go backpacking during a gap year or spend a summer at Camp America, my early holidays were mostly spent on UK soil, and bar a day trip to France, my passport was pretty much redundant until I went to Malta when I was 16.
Even during my 20s, my travels were primarily closer to home. I simply didn’t feel the need to travel too much further afield; I sometimes longed for a European beach break or city tour, and I had pie in the sky dreams of visiting a tropical destination one day, but that was it – although a lack of funds invariably had a part to play, I was, in general, quite comfortable staying put.
Since I turned 30 (a whole year ago *sob*), my priorities have definitely changed – and travel is far higher up the list.
Perhaps it’s the ticking of my body clock reminding me that I don’t have much time to see the world before I put someone else’s needs first. It could be my age in general, and my desire to see as much of the world as I possibly can.
Maybe it’s the fact that my fiancé, who I met when I was 27, is far more well-travelled than I, and that through meeting him and his equally as well-travelled friends, I’m realising how much I’ve missed out on. Or perhaps it’s simply the desire to escape from the monotony of the daily 9-5 grind and do something more.
Whatever the reason, the bug has bitten. I want to see the world, as much of it as possible. I want to see for myself if the waters of the Indian Ocean are as impossibly blue as they look in the pictures. I want to immerse myself in the history of Rome and the culture of Morocco; experience the lushness of New Zealand and the stark beauty of Iceland. I want to step back in time to see Cuba before tourism tarnishes its charm. I want the lot.
As a result, my list of places to visit and experiences to try is growing by the day, and said fiancé is surely getting bored to tears of my repeated proclamations of travel must-dos. “Let’s go travelling for a year after we get married!” “Christmas market break this December?” “I want to stay in a shepherds hut.” “LET’S MOVE TO ITALY!”
You get the idea.
I decided that I needed an outlet for my wanderlust, and this blog is it.