Two Years Without Travel

The last two years have been interesting, and by interesting, I mean a shit show. Travel is, or was, a big part of my life. Something I looked forward to doing a couple times a year. But for the last two years, I’ve given up international travel and stayed home – not that I had a choice in the matter. And for lack of a more elegant phrase, it has sucked ass.

I’m fortunate to have explored great swaths of this here blue marble, long before the virus, who’s name shall not be spoken, shut the whole planet down. But reminiscing about past travel memories is no substitute for experiences in the present. And those lack of new travel experiences has gotten me down.

Can a life without travel be one that is well lived? I’m guessing there are billions of people around the world that have never travelled and a huge majority of them would say yes. But what do they know? They have never travelled. They haven’t had the chance to experience new cultures, new food, and new experiences.

Get those people on a plane, bus, or boat and send them someplace new any they may convert to my side of the ticket counter. Longing to get out on the road again. Sure, most Americans don’t have a passport, and many think the world ends at the county line. Foreign is a bad word to many. We’re all entitled to live our own lives, but we those folks I’ll always disagree.

For me, two years without travel has not been good. I live my life in the confines of my home. It’s now where I work and relax, I no longer have the separation of the two. This has made my lack of travel even more apparent as I feel I can no longer get away from work.

I have said to myself many times, I’ll explore my city like a tourist. But I lack the motivation to do so. Maybe next week. Maybe then I’ll do it. But the months pass by and I’m standing still.

Filling My Time

Travel never really filled up much of my year. A week here, two weeks there. The rest of the year was spent dreaming, planning, and looking forward to that next trip. What did I do with the rest of my time? I worked, I ate, I drank copious amounts of the golden nectar (beer), watched movies and youtube, and that’s about it.

I think what has gotten me down more about the last two years other than not travelling, is realizing that it’s not much different than 90% of my year even when I could travel. I’ve realized just how boring and uneventful my life is.

Self-reflection and taking inventory of your life is a good thing. Even if it is sometimes painful to see. But doing so allows you to see the changes you need to make and steer your ship back on course. The past is the past, and there is nothing you can do about it. The future starts right now, and that is something you can take control of. But will I? Stay tuned.

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