I am a homebody.
I enjoy the comfort it has to offer. I enjoy its peace and reassurance. I enjoy the familiarity of the environment I have existed in for 22 years.
However, somewhere along the way, I made the mistake of letting my love of my family and my love of home somehow define who I was as an individual.
I would often get asked if I had any interest in traveling, to which I would reply, “Of course not…”
What reason did I have to leave Los Angeles? I was comfortable here.
There is something eerily dangerous about the word comfortable–something that I have learned to fear in my adolescent years.
I don’t want to look back on all of my memories and only be able to say, “At least I was comfortable…”
I want to grasp each day and push myself to my limits. I want to get out and explore and learn and embrace the idea of being completely uncomfortable with the unknown.
Traveling has been the best decision I have made thus far in my 22 years of life & it has taught me invaluable lesson that I will carry with me in the years to come.
I have learned more about the world around me.
I have learned to become more accepting of different ideas and ways of life.
I have learned to embrace the uncomfortable.
I have learned to be me.
Don’t get me wrong, I still consider myself somewhat of a homebody–its the place where I go to unwind, gather my thoughts, and prepare for my next adventure.
Get up & Go.