Out of the 800 or so accounts I follow on Instagram, maybe 20% of them are people, 10% are news and lifestyle accounts, 10% are stores that I’m waiting on coupon codes from, and a good 60% are animals of varying degrees of cuteness. But of those 20% of people, maybe half of them are travel bloggers. Travel bloggers are a lot like yoga instructors on the ‘Gram if you ask me. Very little can be illustrated through a photo, or a 1 minute video, or a few photos or a few 1 minute videos, about the process. What most travel bloggers give you is the final product, the perfect photo to inspire you, probably make you jealous, but hopefully make you say, “I wanna be there too.“
And then they give you a quote like,
“Adventure is allowing the unexpected to happen to you. Exploration is experiencing what you have not experienced before. How can there be any adventure, any exploration, if you let somebody else – above all, a travel bureau – arrange everything before-hand?”
― Richard Aldington,
Which, not a bad thing per se, but it makes traveling, especially abroad, this mythical thing that, once achieved, turns you into a magical manic pixie dream girl. Combo this with some pristine photos in immaculate lighting, and bam, you’ve got 90k followers and tons of fancy jewelry endorsements. #Spon #Ad
But that’s not the whole picture.
One travel quote I’ve grown to understand after years of hating on it is,
Travel is about the journey, not the destination.
I’ve grown to dig it on several levels, but as it pertains to today’s topic- I became obsessed with destinations this past year or so. Places I wanted to be, like a new apartment, back to school, a different job, a different country. It’s easy to miss the journey you’re on, but important to take a moment and assess it. Give yourself a break. Then give yourself credit.
I’m going to get out of my rut by forcing some life to happen. It won’t be pretty. It won’t be easy. I’ll probably be broke for a year or so afterwards… but I want to do better to myself. For myself.
So I’m going abroad.
My 26th birthday will be spent in Madrid, Spain.
I’ll be perfecting my Spanish while also completely immersing myself in another world. I’m scared, I’m anxious, and I’m really excited. As my departure date draws ever so closer, it’s slowly dawning on me how crazy this concept is for me, my family, and my little world in general. This is a weird, awkward chapter in my life, and I’m planning on absorbing every single moment. My fears will always be there, my burdens will too, but I can live my life in spite of them. Life is too short to spend time stuck in ruts.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
And so I will.
And as always, you’re invited too.
I leave you with the song that’s been background music for my daily countdown alarm.
Let’s see how far we can travel together.
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Have you ever been in a rut? How do you even get out of those things?! Tell me your story.