Deep down secret: as a child, I was obsessed with the fantastical (magic, faeries, other worlds, adventures). Even deeper secret: I still am.
I have always felt that my place was further out there–somewhere I wasn’t. My adventure was waiting for me. I only had to grasp at the opportunity and I’d be home.
As a child, my family took numerous trips to different national parks: Zion’s, Sequoya, Acadia, Smoky Mountains, Yellowstone. The wild forests called my spirit, and leaped and bounded, exploring every crag and corner. I was at home without the cities, without the bustle. The crickets and bubbling springs kept me company. I was so happy, so alive.
As I grew, so did my imagination. I was able to visit other worlds, other dimensions, other lives through my writing and my reading. Plugging in my 1st generation, 2GB iPod, and listening to movie soundtracks as well as few select songs, I escaped. My lavender room, bordered with dancing faeries, illuminated with a small bed-lamp gave the perfect atmosphere for me to experience a new world. But, I still yearned to go elsewhere.
Eventually, I had the chance my senior year of high school to go New York City for our school’s Literary and Art Magazine and our newspaper (I worked for both). Besides Salt Lake City and Washington, D.C., it is the first big city I had ever been to. It was New York City! THE city! We were out at nights eating at fancy restaurants, watching Broadways, experiencing crazy New York storms as we sloshed through rain puddles. It was a very fun weekend (and I wish for the life of me I could find the pictures I took).
College came, and with it, I delved deeper into my studies, especially that of medieval Europe and the Welsh language. I wanted to travel. I wanted to experience the world. Working as hard as I could, I earned money to participate in the Welsh study abroad. Our professor believed the best way to learn about Wales was to see it first hand. We spent the majority of the trip traveling via bus, train, or walking, seeing as many sights as possible, reliving the history as we could. Read about my Welsh adventures here.
Walking through the cities, walking through the abandoned castles, walking through the green land, it didn’t matter where. It was all awe-inspiring. That was 3 years ago this summer.
I see blogs in which couples sell all their property and become nomads. Leave the real world and create a dream world of their own. The hardest thing for me is that I neither have the resources, nor the time, nor the support to do so. I am a nomadic, adventurous spirit trapped in a realistic, responsible body. However, train rides, especially ones where I’m listening to my soundtracks, cause my soul to ache for home: the world. So many places to go, sites to see, things to discover, experience and learn. How I yearn for the opportunity to do so. To travel to my hearts content.
Thus, I end up escaping to my day-dreams until summer comes. Then, I need to leave Provo, and at least go camping, or visit somewhere else.
Here is a song to describe me:
Soundtracks That Urge Me To Travel:
Secret of Kells
(all 3) Lord of the Rings
Atlantis: the Lost Empire
Avatar (James Cameron)
(all 3) Pirates of the Caribbean
Pride and Prejudice
The Work and the Glory