I have been many amazing places in my 19 years of life. I’ve been lucky enough, blessed enough, to travel so many jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring places. My travels have made me into the person I am today, and continue to shape who I will become. I won’t tell you that all this travel has been detrimental to me in any way- you wouldn’t believe me, and I would sound like a spoiled brat. Plus, it’s just not true. I wouldn’t trade my experiences and the places I’ve been for anything else in the world. Even if you told me I could have a magical sparkly unicorn with a horn made out of rainbow jolly ranchers named Major Awesome Sparkles, I still wouldn’t trade you.
|not even for this.|
Now let me tell you something you might not know. My dad- he misses people, and places. He, above anyone else in our family, will call you when he’s away on a business trip to say he misses you. Nothing else, just that: “I miss you.”
Though the rest of us kinda give him a hard time about it, I think I would miss his “I miss you”s if he ever stopped saying it. It’s a small constant in my life that I appreciate more than I’ll probably ever even realize.
And I think I’ve inherited part of this from him, though mine’s perhaps a little different. It seems like every new place I visit, I grow attached to. I take a part of that experience and that particular land with me when I leave, and I keep it with me. Gah, I know that sounds corny and romance-novel ish, but it’s the truth. Wherever I go, I can’t help but get attached. And then when I leave, I miss wherever I’ve been.
|who wouldn't miss a place like this?|
Sometimes I’ll flip through photos, or even just page through the memories stored in my noggin, and I’ll think “gosh, I’ve gotta go back there someday…” And it’s kind of a catch-22, because the more places I go, the more new places I want to see, and then, too, the more places I want to return to.
I promise you this isn’t me whining about how I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to so many amazing places. Far from it- I can only hope I will continue to be so lucky. I just wish I could win the lottery so I could afford to return to those places that hold the little bits of my wandering soul.