Traveling has been a big part of my life during the last few years (since I was 18 I’ve been blessed to travel between two and a half and almost five months a year), but traveling doesn’t define who I am. When I’m home I’m content, loving my life and finding enjoyment in the every day, “normal” blessings I get to experience.
Would I be sad if I never got to travel again? Probably, but I truly don’t think it would change the level of enjoyment I find in life.
You know what? Just like I find beauty in an old castle in Europe and a tumbling waterfall in Asia, I also find breath-taking beauty on the little country road I live on. Just like I enjoy eating potatoes and cheese in South America, I also enjoy trying out new concoctions in my kitchen here at home. Just like I enjoy listening to Mexican music in Latin America, I also enjoy sitting in my red and tan office, working on writing while listening to music made by my friends.
Traveling doesn’t make my life exciting. Traveling adds to the excitement, but my life is exciting because it’s my life.
And on that note… I’d better go so I can finish packing for Africa. 🙂
(Post written Monday, January 5th.)