“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes
Good morning world!
I hope all Is well with you. Everything Is great with me now that I’m traveling (lol). On Monday, my sister and I were walking to campus for the final week of classes before finals and then my commencement (YAY!). Anyways I was looking at the freeway, (you can see it where we live) and I told her that I just want to leave. I want to see something different and be on the road. No planned direction, just moving. She laughed because the night before she was thinking the same thing.
We both then started blaming our parents (mainly our dad) for putting this need to always travel in our minds from a young age. He always jokes and says that, “The Williams clan, we have gasoline in our blood.” When we were younger we’d travel a lot. We were home schooled, and for about two years we traveled across the great U.S.A. My sister and I at times would get irritated at times because that seemed like all my dad wanted to do. And of course my mom always went with the plan. They were never more happy than on the open road, with no planned destination in mind. My sister and I would tell ourselves that although we had fun, we would never be like our parents in that since.
Well, we were wrong.
Not only do I have “gasoline” In my blood as my dad puts It, but I get restless and want to see what else the world has to offer. I’m thinking of going to Canada for graduate school, not because of the weather( I LOVE THE COLD!) or even the people, (Who are so friendly it’s ridiculous) but because It’s something new to try. (One thing dad also tells us Is to never be afraid of something new and exciting but to embrace it. “Nikki what’s the worst that can happen? So what It doesn’t work out; you can always come back home.”) When I talk to my friends, they look at me with blank faces, as if they have no clue these feelings I have. Last night I called my dad to tell him how I felt, and he told me to grab a train ticket, and he’ll see me in a couple of hours.
So here I am writing on a train.
To whoever Is reading this and is feeling the same way I hope you know that It’s okay to not be apart of the norm. I wrote about silly love songs the other day, and shared some of my favorite romantic cheesy songs so that we could be embarrassed together. The same goes for traveling. If you want to go, have nothing tying you down, or holding you back then what’s the problem? Quick, grab a taxi, and/or car, get to the airport, train station or bus station, hop on and think later.