I rented an apartment in Italy for the summer. I have no plane ticket at the moment and no definitive plans. I just know I will have a roof over my head. I really do sound like Diane Lane in Under the Tuscan Sun except I have yet to go through a bad divorce or some sort of quarter life crisis. Perhaps that will ensue upon my arrival.
Deciding to travel is not really something I see as a decision. It is intimating though once you look at your bank account. I hope to have a flight in the coming weeks and perhaps then I will start planning. Basically, the bottom line, I weighed my options. I could have next to no money after August or stay home, writing from the comforts of my 30 year old mattress. The latter didn’t really seem to be an option for me. I truly am dedicated to bringing readers my travels. What happens when the travel writer stops moving? They start cataloging all of their old experiences. They flip through pictures, dig up old travel journal entries, and write about a trip from last year. That, or they find places to discover at home. At least that’s what I do. If I wasn’t blessed with a great memory, I’m not sure this platform would exist.
The only general plan I have is to travel, to live up to the second part of my profession. I can write from anywhere. Now I need to move. This whole experience, this decision I made, seems to meet others as well. There is the practical side to life. Stay home. Don’t go anywhere. Never eat out. Live with your parents. Have no social life. Save money. Then there is the impractical tugging at your shoulder. Go somewhere. You have your whole life to be boring. Worry about the money later. I tend to lean in this direction. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, I am almost on the ground I’m leaning so far this way.
I understand financial issues tend to get in the way of life experiences. I know not everyone can travel around for a summer. Bills add up, kids enter the picture, or jobs keep us tied to something at home. However, there is always that urge in the traveling soul to move, that craving to get out of nowhere town. Regardless, the negatives pile up and we end up staying in one place.
I will come out of this summer with little money. This isn’t a sob story. I was not a neglected child that grew up on the mean streets of Denver. I am extremely lucky. My family always inspired, if not facilitated, travel. Since I was 3 months old, I have been a traveler, which explains my need to go away this summer. I was also encouraged to pursue life experiences, and frankly that is the golden ticket Willie Wonka. Sure, I paid for a nice apartment in Italy, but I know it will be worth it. I know that the money I spend will not really be money anymore. It will be those stories I love about travel, those experiences that will change me in some way.
You really can’t put a price on travel. Everybody does though. From the airline industry to hotels, hostels, tour packages, train tickets, bus passes, backpacks, and walking shoes, everything is for sale. I guess what I am trying to say is that in my mind there really is no reason not to travel. It is not a decision whether I should go or not. I have to. I know there are those of you who will not be traveling anytime soon. This is the other reason I have to go. I want to gather those travel stories and bring them to readers who are not fortunate like myself to be able to just go. Everyone can travel mentally or physically and mental travel is seldom costly to that bank account.
If there is that small window allowing you to travel like the tiny portal I luckily found, squeeze through and go. It will be worth it in the end. At least, I think it will be. Otherwise I better start looking for someone to play me in a movie post adventure to make it seem worthwhile.