Monday, 27 February 2017

If travel is the answer, what is the question?

For so long I have had a passion for travel, a passion that comes in waves. I have always known that one day I wanted to travel the world but when I am going through difficult times this passion becomes so strong that I begin to feel that it is not so much a passion anymore but a need to get away.

What I need to get away from I am not really sure. I have always felt so free when I have been travelling before, like the world is just such a big place with the opportunity to explore anywhere the heart wants to take you. I think it is just the stresses of life that makes me keep persisting with wanting a life of travel, always feeling held back by something and becoming so stressed and caught up within the life I am currently leading that I feel I will never be able to jet off somewhere for a break, thus making me more stressed.

I have never been lucky enough to find someone that would be willing to travel the world with me, someone that shares the same passion for travel that I do which is sad but at the same time provides a lot of new opportunities if I can be brave enough to take them.

The question is, can the girl that could barely put her hand up in class, now have the confidence to travel the world solo? There's so much that I want to see and I feel like if I just keep waiting my life will fade away before me, that's probably my worst fear actually, the fear of not living.
I've thought about couchsurfing and staying in hostels as a way of meeting new people along the way and sharing experiences with them, I hope that soon I will be brave enough to take the plunge and just go for it.

Life is too short for settling.
J x

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Small trips, big adventures

I've been on a lot of holidays and that's something I'm very thankful for. When I was younger my parents would take me abroad every year, sometimes twice a year. I don't know if this was to allow me to see the world and experience travel from an early age or whether it was for there benefit of 'wanting to get away from everything'.

However, over the last year or so I have slowly started falling out of love with these trips. Every year, my parents would head to the nearest travel agents, find somewhere with a  pretty beach and then spend the next six months waiting for the day we would board the plane. When we got there, we'd spend the whole week laying by the beach or by the pool whilst I would beg them to go on the Off Roading adventure or the camel ride. I was always the more adventurous one in the family.

The first real weekend trip that I loved and will always remember was Whitby. I had been to Cornwall a lot in the past but that never felt like a holiday as we was always visiting family down there. Whitby appealed to me, it was peaceful and scenic and I found myself taking pictures at every passing moment. It felt like for the first time I was really truly exploring the UK.

This small trip has what has led me to love taking smaller trips, weekends away. I think I would go as far as saying that they appeal to me maybe a little bit more than a week away by the beach. I'm an adventure addict and if I'm in a new place then I want to see it rather than be laying by the beach all week. I want to know about the culture, the history, the food and be right in amongst all the action.

I'm grateful for every trip and every holiday that I have ever been on whether it be a week by the beach or a weekend in Nottingham or Whitby. They have all made me the person that I am today and have formed part of this ever-growing passion and love for travel. I hope that in the future I will be taking more UK weekend trips as there are still so many places that I would love to visit!

J x