When I was little, ages 9 to 11 and around, I watched my father pack his bags a lot. He frequently travelled on business.
I would sit on the bed, legs crossed, amidst suit covers, tie boxes and those cardboard sheets that you find in new shirts. I would watch my father pack with precision, always knowing exactly what he wanted, except for the occasional, “This tie, or this tie?”
I loved watching daddy pack. Germany, Italy, Spain – he was the most exciting person I knew.
Over the years, no matter what I wanted to be at any age (Carpentry was a genuine interest at one point), I always hoped it involved travelling, just like my daddy.
Things haven’t changed much. Except now I don’t want my job to involve travelling. I want to travel of my own accord. The only way I want my job and my travel to be related is where one funds the other.
So here I am, finding and making any excuse to see new places, soak in what they have to offer and add more pages to my big book of travel, which I’ll gladly let you peek into.
I hope you’ll find something that brings a smile to your face and that it’ll resonate with you, when you travel.