Tonight, I had a burning desire to write.
My heart is firmly set on sharing my adventures in Asia. I promise.
What has been absorbing my thoughts lately, well lets be frankly honest the moment I stepped off the plane back into the UK, is how much my desire is to travel. When talking to a colleague the other day I told her just how much my heart belongs in travel, and adventure. I realised in that moment – how much my life has changed.
Up until the age of TWENTY - I had never travelled on an aeroplane before, or stepped foot on foreign sand. My childhood was homely, and we had typically British seaside holidays - foreign holidays were just that - foreign. Friends would often take holidays to America, Disneyland, and Gran Canaria to name a few, but it was a very alien concept to me, something that I didn't necessarily feel sad or jealous of. Just something that wasn’t a part of my life.
I remember my husband and I's first holiday very well. Tenerife 2009. He persuaded me to take my first real foreign holiday. After three nights, I was set on going home, I found it so difficult to adjust to the hot temperature (my body had never experienced before), and felt completely incapable of speaking a foreign language and using a different currency. I felt at a loss and totally unqualified at travel.
The following year was even more disastrous, an all-inclusive resort in Crete. The setting was lovely, but I just couldn't feel settled or relaxed. I struggled to even sun bathe, let alone enjoy myself. I came home with no desire to travel back there, and didn't leave the country for another two years.
Then...out of nowhere, it hit me. And it hit me hard.
This sounds awfully cliché, but somewhere between losing four stone in weight and marrying my love, I found my real desire to travel. When leaving Fiji (the destination our honeymoon began), my heart sank and I had this feeling I had never experienced before in my entire life. I wanted to go back (there), but I wanted to go further. I wanted to see more, do more, explore, adventure.
And that was it...
Each trip there on after has taught me a different lesson, given me a flavour and incredible taste and inspired me to keep going – further, and longer.
You only learn to travel, when you live it.