I’m currently sat at my dining table, looking out of the patio
window and into the sky. I’m watching the clouds move slowly out of my sight
and wondering where they’re going. It brings a sinking feeling in my stomach. Just
as I typed this I looked back up and saw a plane flying overhead. All those
people setting off on an adventure. Going to explore a part of the world that I
had possibly never been to before. That sinking feeling just got deeper. I want
to be on that plane. I want to travel.
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It all started a year after I finished school. I started
college, got myself a job, went out with friends. I had everything a teenage
girl could want, some would say, but for me, something was missing. I used to
look out the same window and get the exact same sinking feeling. Why was I so
down? I was down because I felt trapped. I felt like society was planning my life out
for me. Going to college, followed by university, then getting a sensible job
because ‘’It’s the right thing to do’’ and ‘’everyone else is doing it’’. I
could already see how much of a routine my life would be and it was scaring me.
If someone asked me ‘’what I did last week’’ I wouldn’t remember. Nothing stood
out to me. My life was so much of a routine that all the days felt like they
merged into one. The thought of having a 9-5 job is just…*shivers*. Don’t get
me wrong, this way of life works for a lot of people and I believe people
should do whatever makes them happy. But it doesn’t make me happy. And maybe, because you’re reading this, it doesn’t make
you happy either?
‘’Don’t let making a
living, prevent you from making a life’’
- John Wooden
- John Wooden
It had come to that time of the year for me and my mum to
take a trip to Spain, our yearly girls holiday. I was truly grateful I was able
to visit other countries growing up. Learning about their cultures, trying
different cuisine. I felt so complete and worry free. It had been a wonderful
week away in Spain and was time for us to fly back home. Back to reality. Back
to routine. The sinking feeling came
back and I started to cry. I cried in the taxi, at the airport, on the plane,
in the car on the way to our house….….to be continued.
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May 2013, a month after coming back from my holiday is when I
figured what was missing from my life was adrenaline, excitement, something
new. I wanted to travel. That sinking
feeling was the feeling of missing out on the world and it’s beauty. Being
‘young wild and free’ but not actually being wild and free because I was stuck
in college and at a job I didn’t enjoy. Not knowing what’s out there. The people I
would meet, the friends I’d make, the places I could visit, new experiences
just waiting for me. I continued saving up. Everything I earned went straight
into the bank. I forgot the pin to the account and made no effort to find out what it was.
This way I couldn’t take the money out and do any retail therapy. If I wanted a new top, new shoes, new jacket:
tough. This money would be towards my travels, and the more I save up, the more places i can visit.
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''I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth, then i ask myself the same question'' - Harun Yahya
A year later and here I am. Writing this blog and feeling
even eager to travel. My dream is that this time next year I’ll be setting off
on a world adventure. So I’ve got a year to plan. I’ll be blogging my general teenage thoughts
and feelings this year and what I’m up to on the planning process. When it does
come to setting off on my adventures, I will start to vlog! (Like video diary’s
so you can keep up with where I am, maybe I’ll bump into you someday!) I’m so
excited it’s the only thing keeping me going right now. Knowing that I’m finally
chasing my dreams. I hope you follow me on my journey and I hope this post
somehow inspires you to follow your dreams. If you have any more thoughts or
questions on travelling I definitely suggest you read: justonewayticket.com
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