Gettin There
Getting to your destination is arguably the most difficult part of traveling. Whether you lose your favorite water bottle (me), your bag doesn’t arrive at your final destination (me) or the grumpy lady at the Delta help desk decides to tell you you may not be able to enter another country because you don’t have a flight home, not to mention that you only slept for 2 hours on the redeye last night (also me), traveling isn’t always as pretty as it seems.
But the time spent getting somewhere is one of my favorite parts of traveling. This is what I wrote in my journal during a layover:
“I have a 4 hour layover here NYC so maybe I will spend that time praying that they let me into Italy”
Hahahah just joking (craking myself up over here). On a more serious note this is something else I said:
“Ahhhhh. Sometimes I wonder if traveling just makes me lose my mind or humbles me. I love the time it takes to get to your next adventure. I love the road trips, the train rides, and the planes. I love it because it gives you time to think and reflect on life. Sometimes it makes traveling a lot scarier but it always help me to appreciate what I have.”
So, even though I had over 35 hrs of traveling, 5 layovers, 4 hours of sleep, a lost water bottle and a checked bag that didn’t make it to Italy, I really did appreciate the times in between when I got to look out the window and contemplate life. The past year has truly been a whirlwind. College and the new sense of freedom that comes with it was definitely an adjustment. Trying to figure out who I want to be and what I want to do with my life hasn’t been easy and that’s okay. I feel beyond grateful to be able to travel the world and reflect on all the ups and downs that come with this adventure we call life.
Most importantly, I couldn’t survive it without my amazing support system of family and friends.
love & miss you all lots
gabi
