Trapped In The Margins

Travelling has been in my blood since I was born. I like to think that I was born in the travel agency where my mother worked instead a hospital. I knew how to spell Morocco before most children knew how to tie their shoes. Growing up there explains why I am in bliss whenever I am in the stationary aisle of any store. It was a major part of my childhood and it made me the person that I am today. It also probably explains why I always wanted to run away from home. The world actually seemed like my oyster and was mine for the taking. Those days are long over but my love of travelling has flourished.

My wanderlust took me to England, Wales, and Scotland last year. I will be travelling to Guatemala next week, Italy in September, and Peru in 2016. All of these places seemed like mythical places that only existed on a map. My inner four year old is still dreaming of new places to go. The adult in me is trying to secure funding for my adventures. The dichotomy between my two sides- the idealist and the realist – have been at odds for a while. They will continue to battle it out while I begin to pack for another adventure.