I’ve been traveling for 2 months to 7 countries, 18 cities. I can’t say enough good things about the last two months. Everything has gone fairly well with only a few slip ups / mistakes. I’ve liked every city, liked the people, liked… pretty much everything. Nothing has been stolen, haven’t gotten home sick, haven’t missed any planes or trains. A few ups and downs emotionally but that’s life.
My eyes have been opened to a lot of new ideas, to new places, to new experiences, to different cultures, to different ways of life, to lots of :different”. I’ve grown up a bit but have also gotten younger, in some ways. A few reflections on what I’ve learned:
I’m 22. I told myself “Take two years of travel, you can start real life later. Go learn.” That would mean I would return around 24 or 25, which is still young on the grand scheme of life. So if 25 is young, what is 22?
Even less. I meet people 24-28 who are still traveling trying to figure it out, still globe trotting, still wandering the globe learning and growing and experiencing.
I am eternally grateful to have this opportunity now at 22. I have no idea what it will be like when I get back to America. A lot can change between now and then. But wherever I settle, I’ll still be young enough to learn and grow and keep building my empire.
Play > Progress > Balance
I’ve played a lot over the last 2 months. Partying 4-5-6 nights a week. On the road everyday is Saturday, especially in a hostel. Inevitably I was getting pulled to party as much as possible. Everybody wants to party when on vacation, obviously. But, for me, I’m not on vacation. I’m traveling for good so I can’t treat everyday like vacation. A two-month vacation has been nice, I’ve had a lot of fun with countless experiences but it’s time to slow down.
I haven’t been healthy. I haven’t been working out as much as I wanted to. I haven’t been reading as much as I wanted to. I haven’t talked to my family as much as I should. I’ve been writing pretty often but I want to more. All of this is because of late nights and late mornings. When you’re going out untl 2-3-4-7 am, it’s kind of hard to wake up and go for a run and sit at a coffee shop to write a few thousand words all before the Walking Tour at noon.
So I’ve started thinking about how to add some order and I originally planned on making some goals to be healthier, to read more, to write more, but then I remembered I don’t do goals. Instead, I am making the conscious decision to MAKE HEALTH AND GROWTH A PRIORITY. They come before a fun night, relaxing around the hostel, or making new friends. They are important so it’s time to focus on them more.
The World is BIG!
I didn’t want to go to the Baltics. I didn’t even know what they were. I didn’t want to go to Ukraine. Or Moldova. Or Bulgaria. But it looks like I’m going to end up there because they are awesome, old, undeveloped, raw, real. I never thought about Iceland until I heard from multiple people that it was bad ass. The list goes on and on. There’s toooooooooo much to see out there, too much to NOT travel. I could do a month in each country I’ve been to, or even more in the bigger ones.
What am I saying? DON’T NOT TRAVEL. Get the hell out of America with a backpack, a couple thousand dollars, and a few months, and go see some countries (preferably alone). You won’t regret it.
America: Losing its Glamour
For a few reasons. It’s a great country and growing up there has been amazing. But step outside the borders, talk to some people with political and social opinions different than your own, and what seemed amazing is suddenly littered with… weaknesses? This is an un-finished un-investigated thought, though, still thinking about it quite often.