If you have been around here a time or two, one thing is for certain, I love to travel. I love every aspect of traveling. Airports, cars, truck stops, even TSA security. Why? Because it means I am going somewhere new.
Not just new, but somewhere I can leave a piece of my heart and always reminisce on going back to. Places that will end up holding memories for a lifetime. I truly believe in the growth of a person through travel.
In fact, that is the only certainty I have in life.
I can't say I will get married, can't say that I will have kids, have the white picket fence, eventually (maybe) I will get a dog, I don't know that I will always live where I live, or blog, or work where I work.
I do know that I will always, always travel. That is my constant. I crave the beauty and mystery of new places. I love learning the history and meeting locals. Travel pushes me outside of my comfort zone and I love it. Yes I have anxiety prior to getting on that plane or walking into that tavern, but I would kick myself if I didn't at least try.
Travel is my passion, it awakens and rejuvenates me and I can't think of a better thing than a picture in front of the Canadian Rockies or a stamp in passport.