I dont know why i like travel. I seem to be very sensitive to change. Change my routine and i dont do so well. i can't go hungry, i can't go without sleep, and altering my routine tends to throw me off. Change in weather, climate, temperature even and my body notices.
I dont like being that way. I used to relish the times when i could do something foolish and stupid without planning on it. On the spur of the moment, go on a mission. dont eat for a day or two, dont sleep for a day or two. go around the world? No problem!!
Well not anymore. The season changes, i'm forced to stay awake a few hours, i skip a meal and i pay for it later. Usually with my mood swings but also my immune system just about DIES. So why do i like to travel?
At some point, a long time ago i fell in love with the airport. Not the Aiport in the literal sense, though i do love airports in their own right, but symbolically aiports were synonymous with change.
Hop on a plane, ignore the crampingly tiny seats the less the appetite inducing food, the constant heavy roar of the engines, the stuffy compressed air inside, the annoying dude that's kickimg your seat from that back, the annoying toddler that's crying incessantly somewhere up front.
Get a window seat, and watch this huge metal structure somehow soar above the clouds. One of the few things garanteed to calm me down and make me feel content. Our Earth is beautiful.
I get sick of the same thing, same place, same foods. I relish moving on to different things even if it does invite less savoury things like a body that hates you. I love flying...
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travelling means escaping in a way... and that's why i love travelling. change in that sense is good. it's like stepping into a book of your own...your own fantasy so to speak :)
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