What are you running away from?

If I got a dollar for every time I get asked that question I’d be able to buy myself a round the world ticket.

Thinking about it though I guess I do understand that it can seem crazy to some people…giving up my career, leaving friends and family and basically pack up my life in a backpack. Not wanting to have kids, buy a Volvo, live in a Falu red-painted house with IKEA furniture and a mortgage I’m never gonna be able to pay off. That is pretty much the norm of the society I grew up in. Sure, there is the 3 weeks vacation to Thailand in january to escape a bit of the darkness and the cold , but if you choose to travel more than that. Say you been on the road for over 2 years. Well surely that ain’t normal?  Surely you are running away from something back home?

Well let me tell you this, I don’t have a messed up family situation, I’m not on the run from the police or an ex stalker boyfriend. There was no life changing situation that occurred that all the sudden made me want to leave the country and fly far far away. No, I’m just an ordinary girl in my twenties wanting something different out of live than what I was experience. And I finally had the guts and the money to get me started and doing something I’d dreamt about since I can remember – Travel!  Meet interesting people, taste weird food, experience new cultures, try to communicate in languages I don’t understand, swim in the sea and drink the wild air.

And sure I as everyone else have a few skeletons in my closet, but I’m not running away from them. I chose to leave them behind. Move on. To something better, something different. What is so wrong with that?

Some people have this idea in their head how everything is gonna sort itself out when they hit the road. That all the problems they had before is magically gonna disappear. That’s an illusion and a lie. Sure island hopping around Greece for a month or learn to scuba dive on the Gili Islands can be a great break from reality. But for us long-term travellers…well for the most part travelling is not a dance on clouds, and not everything is pink and shiny. The grass is not greener on the other side. Just different. I’m not escaping reality, I’m facing reality. The reality I have chosen for myself. Freedom! 

”We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.”