Travel changes you. It really does. It’s like an itch that gets under your skin and you just can’t get rid of it.
I was encouraged to travel from an early age by my Granddad.
I would sit at his feet for hours working my way through old photo albums, listening to his tales of people from far off lands, his travels during the numerous wars, and his perilous journey across the seas from England to Australia on a ship with his family. And then there were his nomadic tours via caravan across Australia with Nan, their dog, and the occasional crocodile.
My Nan and my Mum on the other hand swore we had ‘gypsy blood’ in us, the reasoning behind why we were so restless.
By the time I was 24 I had lived in more than 18 houses and few towns across Western Australia. We were always on the look out for our next place and if we couldn’t move, well – can’t move house, why not move the furniture instead! We became addicted to moving, half of the time not bothering to unpack.
By the time I commenced University I’d been suffered itchy feet for years, lost in fantasies of escaping to somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was far, far away. It was the only thing I wanted to do.
Yes, there was a degree of escapism to my dreams. I mean, I was unhappy, lost and lonely. but I also believe a part of me was drawn to where I had come from, or rather, where my family had come from. I wanted more than red dirt, the bush and bogans. I wanted forests and castles and rivers. There had to be more.
I’m proud to have fulfilled some of my travel dreams – although I’ve hardly done enough! With setting my sights on my dream, working hard, and saving intensively, I’ve walked the Great Wall of China, explored some of Hawaii, relaxed in Vanuatu, and driven – and survived – Mauritius. I’ve lived and worked (and survived) in an English pub, and I’ve explored parts of Europe, including a six week backpacking expedition though Italy. I’ve even visited Singapore 10 times! Through all of it though, one place captured my heart and my soul, and that was Paris, the place I dream of returning to for our honeymoon…
Travel Changes You
Through travelling, I’ve pushed myself further than I ever would have at home. I’ve been broke, lost and terrified, I’ve met amazing people and dodgy people, I’ve fallen in love and had my heart broken. I’ve seen some of the most breathtaking sites, art and architecture, and I’ve been blessed to return to my roots to explore my Nan’s home town and to meet her relatives in a place that has now become my home away from home.
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Throughout all of this, the little, shy, naive girl stemming from a country town entrenched in sexism and racism transformed into a confident, world-wise woman who finally realised she was beautiful. She became a woman who recognised that the world was made up of more than just steak and potatoes, red dirt and bush, christianity and atheism, black and white… and she became someone who finally saw that she had something to offer the world – that she was someone.
For now I find comfort at home in Perth, something I never thought I would find. As the city and it’s people change, I find that I am more and more at home here. I still have dreams of living somewhere else…or of chasing the sun, and I have an extensive bucket list, experiences of which I am looking forward to sharing with my other half.
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