I can witness fundamental similarities shared by humanity.
I am constantly pushed out of my comfort zone, meeting new people on a near-daily basis, navigating foreign transportation systems, and trying my hand at new languages.
I see a lot of tourist sites and attractions. Many of them blend together; but still, every once in a while, I see something that takes my breath away.
I discover new food. Let’s be honest, this is probably in the top two of reasons why I travel.
I am now more flexible, adaptable, and assertive. I accept that things rarely go according to plan, maintaining a sense of balance and purpose. Besides, misadventures are usually more fun and make for better stories.
I return home in just two days, and I know I’ll be bombarded with questions about my experience abroad. I’m a little nervous for this, because I’ve been gone for so long that I don’t even know where to begin.
I figure this is the best place to start: I travel because I can’t imagine my life any other way.