I would say there are few things I love and am as passionate about as traveling. Maybe it is the magic of experiencing a country that, up until that point, you have only seen in pictures or it could possibly be that it is the one common ground Anthony and I fully connect on – I mean we did meet by going to Africa together. But even more so, I would argue it is the one place that I feel completely confident and free in my own skin. Every insecurity seems to drip away as soon as I step on the plane and I feel as if I am ‘fully me’ as I wander the streets of a distant nation. All of my beauty is restored as I connect with new names and languages and it feels effortless to leave behind all I have ever known to embrace the new. I feel confident and assured in my skin and it feels as if I could conquer the world.
Traveling is not only a high for me, but a reminder of how small I am. It is a reminder of how big the world really is and how my story is one in millions. It is a reminder that adventure, love, and pure joy cannot be bought or googled, but it can only be experienced. I love traveling because I feel as if I was made for experiencing the world. As silly as it sounds, I feel that when God created me, he said, ‘At the center of her heart, I will place the world.’ I love culture THAT much. It is my music, my canvas, and my arena. It is where I open new doors and close old ones. Whenever I step on the plane, I know I will come back a different person – and I live for that.
It has been WAY too long since I last used my passport. Although my very sweet husband planned a romantic honeymoon on the Caribbean island of Antigua, it was not ‘traveling.’ There were no cultural experiences and our ‘island tour’ consisted of visiting a donkey farm and shopping at a cruise port.
After that trip – as romantic and luxurious as it was – we vowed to never travel like that again.
This summer, we are coming up on our two year wedding anniversary and some of you may know we will be traveling through Central America. To say I am ecstatic would be an understatement. Not only do we have a countdown and maps of the continent plastered in our hallway, but I may or may not have read every blog I could find about traveling through Central America.
I can feel myself fighting the urge to start packing my backpack even though we still have 39 days, so instead I am going to buy a pair of goggles and start swimming at the gym today.