It has been nearly 6 months since I returned from my trip to Africa. Since then, I took a short trip to Spain for a retreat (which was awesome- more o this later). Aside from that, I haven't embarked on any international travel. And to be honest, I felt at peace about this- and still do majority of the time. But I can't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Am I content with this, or have I just come to accept that currently, I'm at a place in my life where stability and adult responsibility must take the forefront? I'm still not sure I have the answers. It's possible that I feel a little bit of both: I'm content with my life. I enjoy working in my career as a therapist. I enjoy being able to come home to my boyfriend every single day. I like being able to make plans with friends on the weekends. Simultaneously, I long for another round the world adventure. Up until this past week, I hadn't really fantasied about travel as much as is normal for me. I believe this is largely in part due to the fact that I am so busy that I don't make time to fantasize and daydream about faraway destinations. Or maybe I don't allow my mind to trail there because I know it isn't feasible in this moment.
Well, this past week, due to client cancellations, I had ample amount of time to let my imagination run wild. I watched several travel vlogs on Youtube. And just like that, I caught the travel bug yet again.As I spent hour after hour watching these inspiring travelers document their journeys, I felt a small pang of... something. Something that I still can't quite put my finger on. The best way to describe this feeling in words is: That was supposed to be me.
So the million dollar question for me is this: How do I cultivate both sides of myself when I have two passions, each equally integral to me as a person. When/if I find the answer, you'll be the first to know.