Our voyage to Istanbul is but a week out… it’s incredible the montage of emotions I’m experiencing.
Excitement goes without saying. But then, of course, there’s the slight anxiety of travel woes… will the weather hold up? Are we going to fall victim to the infamous scams as equally infamous “rich Americans” (barking up the wrong tree, my friends)? But above all, this sense of relief has been making a valiant effort to take over and it’s almost there.
I’ve figured out traveling to be my attempt at rebellion or breaking out of my comfort zone. In most other areas of life I make the safe choice. I’m a coaster-a role I’m trying to break out of. But when I travel… I feel like I’m free of this role I’ve played for twenty some odd years. I live in the moment…every single moment, even those that are uncomfortable…like missing the last train or locking your ‘travel folder (and all confirmation emails) in an airport bathroom, unable to communicate with the janitorial staff to get back in.
I travel because for a definite period time I can be anyone I want to be. I develop new routines, cafes to frequent scenic routes to witness the city in all its gritty glory. My trips aren’t lavish…a clean bed and shared bath do me just fine. Highlight each day with street food and a tavern meal and a happy woman you will find.
I’m used to absolute independence while abroad. Perhaps that’s part of the hold travel has over me- the thrill of I’m here, me and only me, no one to compromise with or answer to. But this time it will be different, not necessarily better but necessarily different.
Finally, my love and I will travel together and there is such mystique associated with it.We’re staying in a family run b&b on the European shore followed by a homestay on the Asian shore. We’ve gushed over the guidebooks and blogs, and fantasized about the experiences set to engage every sense ahead.
Breakfasts together, planning the day and the memories that will be added to our 4 year journey. Grabbing his hand in excitement and never letting go. Being with someone who loves me despite (or because of) my wanderlust personality and encourages my independence daily.
To another life changing experience…