There comes a time when you have to leave home and put to use all the lessons it taught you.
My parents have always encouraged me not to stay in one place for too long, at least before I submerge my roots and start a family. I’m thankful for their push because it made leaving home that first time a little bit easier.
That first step was moving to mid-town Manhattan and renting out my own studio apartment, the second step was relocating 2,600 miles from my hometown to Los Angeles and the third step was living abroad for five months and traveling throughout the United Kingdom and Europe.
Travel has changed me.
It’s made me question who I am and what my purpose is, it’s made me feel empowered and fully alive, it has humbled me and ironically, strengthened the bonds I have with my family back home.
It’s given me the answers to who I want to be and fed me insight on past experiences that were blocking my growth. It showed me where I came from and where I should be going.
Traveling to new countries and foreign lands does not scare me. What scare me are complacency, mediocrity and a life without reflection and adventure.
Sometimes I want to get lost; sometimes I want to be part of something else. For I know when I leave I will take a sliver of that place with me, but I can’t take it all. And for that reason, I must return.