Apparently
I was made in Paris. My parents jumped from country to country whilst I was in
the womb, forsaking ties, family and jobs for pure undiluted freedom. That was what I was used to, I've lived many places in my
life and as a small child I only resented moving once and that was many years
later in a place I did not belong.
I
get it from my mother, by her nature, she is a traveller. Originally from the
Philippines, she has a way with communication for any language, in any country.
So
it comes down to me. I'm a 20 year old student with a need for travelling. I
have to feel connected to nature, to the world, to travel and see sights for
myself to function happily and properly.
But let me repeat that: I'm a
student.
I have a part-time job, I have a very sensible,
home-orientated boyfriend and by all accounts, I should be more than content.I'm tied in by commitment and safety, on my way to a formal qualification set,
a nice house and eventually a well-paid job.
But there's
a niggling unrest growing in the back of my mind and it has been for quite some
time now: I don't want to be here right now.
I want to run with someone (a friend, a soul mate, a traveller like me) and
hitch-hike across Europe, nick oranges from the roadside in Spain, sleep
holding my backpack and cycle down winding hillsides.
I'm
sure I can't be the only person out there who feels like this.
There must be many people reading who feel the same, but
although I now live in a port, I have found no one like me. It confuses me how
everybody is so tied into their lives and wouldn't dream of moving. It worries
me - why am I different?
Why are we different?
There are factors in life as well that we need to consider -
with jobs getting increasingly cut-throat competition wise, every step up on
another candidate is essential. Would our erratic travelling, our increased
experiences and multiple cobbled-together language skills hinder or help our
job prospects?
I've found that often the
point of most inner turmoil is also the point closest to clarity.
We don't yet know who
we are - we need to travel to form our own ideas, to mature as people. I think
the defining point is when you look inside and think:
"Do
I need this?"
For me, I think that
might be the case.
Maybe there isn't really a choice to make - traditional values hold
that you should get an education first, work hard as soon as you can. But who
is stopping us from getting our education slightly later in life, when we have
had our life experiences and know who we are? If you're reading this, you're
probably blessed to live in a first world country where this is an option,
where you can get a job relatively easily. There's a safety net, if needed. So
really, what are we so confused about? I know, as an awful truth, the feeling
that sticks with you for the longest, is regret. I don't want to tell my grandchildren
that I was too scared to take the leap.