Change

Have you ever woken up one day and realized you’ve changed? That all of a sudden you no longer appreciate things that once made you whole?

That happened to me over the past few weeks, and now I’m not sure I recognize myself.

I just took an epic trip to the East Coast full of amazing friends and experiences. In just a little over a week, I officiated a wedding, met a host of lovely new people, and saw a Broadway play. I walked along the beach, had deep, important conversations, and actually started to like Connecticut (which is a really big deal because it was one of my least favorite states before this trip). 

Most importantly, though, I realized some very important things about myself. Firstly, I have incredible people in my life. No, seriously. They are truly marvelous.

Friends I hadn’t seen in years asked me to perform their wedding ceremony. And instead of allowing me to be endlessly appreciative of extending me this vast honor, they kept thanking me for doing it! One of my closest friends and I finally got to travel together after twelve years of friendship. Another friend flew all the way across the country just because I was going to be out there so we could spend the week together.

Friends at home kept texting me because they missed me and wanted me to come back. The entire week made me feel loved, valued, and appreciated in a way that I would feel every day if I spent more time being grateful and less time worrying about silly things.

The second thing I learned on this trip is that I do not want the same things I used to want. Since I was 19, traveling was a huge part of me. In fact, “traveler” was a term I used to describe myself on many occasions. Even though this recent trip was amazing, I didn’t love the act of traveling as much as I once did.

Every flight I took landed early. There were no particularly annoying passengers on any of the planes. I watched movies or television shows to make the time go by faster. All in all, these were some of the best flights I’d ever had, but I still wished I was doing anything else.

I stayed in some crappy hotels and some really nice places, and I just wanted to be sleeping in my own bed. I had a continental breakfast that someone else prepared, but I just wanted to be in my own kitchen whipping up some eggs and fruit.

I took a commuter train and the subway. I used to love sitting on trains and listen to music while watching the scenery and other passengers. It never bothered me to have to take the subway and walk a bit instead of getting in my car and driving to my destination. Maybe it was the fact that I had a cold for a large part of the trip, but I found myself missing my vehicle any time I rode a train.

I’ve always considered myself very adaptable and could picture myself living in most places I visited, but this time I realized that I don’t want city life to be my daily experience. I’m much more interested in a simpler existence.

And lastly, I realized that I have built a life I love. All the pieces might not be exactly in place yet, but it was a life to which I was very eager to return. Maybe that’s why traveling wasn’t as invigorating as it once was; before traveling was a break from the humdrum of my lackluster daily experiences. They gave me a chance to do something exciting and be around people instead of spending too much time alone.

This time, though, traveling just made me even more grateful for what I have and excited to get back to start my next chapter of it. And that’s something very special and important will live in my mind next to all of the other amazing experiences from this trip.

Travels

I don’t travel anymore.

I suspect that’s normal for most thirty-somethings who spent much of the prior decade seeing the world, but it is so unusual for me that I’m honestly having difficulty recognizing myself.

In June I flew to Atlanta and it was my first time on a plane since the end of 2014. 2014! Who am I?

I used to be the girl who decided on a whim to go to Italy with a friend after seeing “Under the Tuscan Sun” in college. The girl who had never traveled outside the U.S. and didn’t even had a passport. The one who decided to take a leap so big for her first international trip that she chose a place where she didn’t even speak the language. I was the girl who decided to look into the Birthright trip and actually made the choice to fly off to the Middle East on a two-week-trip with no one she knew.

Ballachulish, Scotland
A wedding in the Scottish Highlands

There was a time when I was a girl who decided to apply to graduate school in a foreign country. Instead of sending applications to a few different universities, that girl only applied to the University of Glasgow. And when she got in, she picked up her entire life and moved halfway across the world to a country she’d never visited even though she did not know another soul who lived there.

Public Garden in Boston
Exploring Boston’s Public Garden

This girl has traveled to Iceland and Ireland, Malta and Tennessee, England and Washington. She moved to Boston after a year in Scotland, which was another new city without any familiar faces.

Somewhere along the way, that girl turned into this girl. The girl who hasn’t been out of Arizona since June. Who hasn’t even been out of Tucson since November. The girl who no longer feels the passion of exploring a new place or meeting someone from a completely different culture and background.

And this girl can’t help but wonder what happened.

If you’ve ever met me before, you know that I can be really hard on myself. The fact that I don’t really travel anymore makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong…but I also realize the fear of what others think is part of the reason that I don’t do it much.

Of course practical things like money, work, and pet ownership make it more difficult to travel, but none of those things are impossible to overcome. What I’m having difficulty getting past, however, is my mind.

Even if you do not cower in a corner before your thirtieth birthday, something about that calendar milestone does change you. You start to get really in your head about what you should be doing and how you should act.

My thirty-year-old brain started telling me that I should try to settle down and stay in one place. I should get serious about finding a life partner and think about things like home ownership and retirement funds. These thoughts echoed louder than the desires that the real inner me whispered about wanting to travel more.

Before long, it seemed like those were the things I wanted in my life. That it was okay to sit at home by myself all the time because my real life would start soon—the life you’re supposed to have.

The problem with that, though, is that I was already living my real life. I was allowing myself to be adventurous and try new things. To spend time with the people who really understand me on a soul level—even if they live on the other side of the country or the world.

I don’t think I’m going to spontaneously buy a plane ticket to France or Brazil tomorrow, but I do think it is important to realize that I don’t have to give myself permission to want the things I want. It’s okay if I don’t have a conventional life.

The only thing that really matters is that I live a life that makes me really, really, ridiculously happy.

Gulfoss Waterfall, Iceland
Viewing Gulfoss in Iceland