My head is full of memories of far away places and experiences I can’t quite put into words when asked about, and all of it makes me feel like an outsider in a place I can probably navigate blindfolded. To say the least, it’s strange to be back in my hometown. I haven’t been here for more than 2 consecutive weeks since I moved to Arizona back in 2012, and the running joke a close friend and I have about escaping keeps cycling through my brain like a bad song playing on the radio. To make matters worse, there is a constant barrage of adorable babies and wedding photos on my Facebook page to make me wonder if the choices that led me to this moment were not the ones expected of me. Then I happened upon this seemingly perfect quote:“Travel penetrates your consciousness, but not in a rational way.” — Milton Glaser
If by chance you happen to find yourself in a similar situation to the one I’m currently in, then you’ll understand wholeheartedly what it means. I am conscious, just not in a rational way. The way I now approach and look at the world has changed, and while I don’t desire a life of marriage and children at this particular moment in time, perhaps a love affair with travel isn’t such a bad thing. It has left me feeling happy and fulfilled, and like every good love affair, the absence of its presence in my life leaves a bittersweet aftertaste not soon forgotten but always longed for. I am ready to embark on the newest section of my hopefully long life, but ultimately I will be forever grateful for my love affair with travel.