Here we go again. When it comes to traveling, I don't really get myself into it. Yes, I don't like traveling; I am an introvert, a seriously lazy one. That's probably why I often never travel alone—because I don't really have anywhere to go. As for packing my luggage for the journey, if my mom isn't present, it's a big mess.
I don't dress too much; I don't reach the average dressing level of a usual man's life. Anytime I pack my things by myself, I just carry a really few things, which makes me forget a lot of things. But if my mom is present, I just pack everything I place my hands on—because I know she will rearrange my bag, whether I like it or not.
I have this bad habit developed from little, of sleeping in a car as long as I am with my mom—whether it's a private car or public transport, probably because I feel really safe with her when it comes to anything. But when I travel alone, I don't even doze off, even though the journey alone is always boring because I never engage in a conversation unless it is directly referred to me.
People always complain about travel sickness, but my case is different. I don't know what causes it till now, but anytime I am on a journey and I start pressing my phone, that is when my own travel sickness starts; it doesn't even reach up to three minutes.
Well, all said is absolutely true. But there is an exception. I used to be afraid of traveling at night because I just feel it's not safe, but I have totally changed my perception on that. Just this new year, I went out with my cousins, and we did a lot of night movement. It was amazing; traveling during the day is really stressful—the harsh weather and traffic, but the night is so relaxing, and you can really see the beauty of the city.
I haven't really done a lot of traveling, but I am sure I have a lot of borders to cross. Each journey brings a new perspective, and I find that even though I may resist the idea of traveling, the experiences gained often make it worthwhile. It's interesting how a simple shift in perception, like my newfound appreciation for night travel, can completely change the way one views a common activity. Perhaps there are more surprises and joys waiting for me on the road ahead, and I'm open to discovering them one trip at a time.
Packing my bags, whether in the chaotic style I adopt when alone or the meticulous approach enforced by my mom, becomes a ritual filled with anticipation. The thought of discovering different cultures, meeting new people, and immersing myself in diverse landscapes excites me, challenging the introverted tendencies that usually keep me within the confines of familiarity.
Despite my initial resistance to travel, I can't deny the transformative power it holds. Each trip presents an opportunity for personal growth, pushing me to confront uncertainties and navigate through unfamiliar territories. While I may still prefer the comfort of a familiar environment, there's an undeniable allure in venturing beyond the known.
Navigating the intricacies of travel, from coordinating transportation to exploring local cuisines, becomes a puzzle to solve. The unpredictability of the journey, the unexpected detours, and the chance encounters along the way contribute to the richness of the experience. It's not just about reaching a destination but embracing the entire voyage with its ups and downs.
As I reflect on my evolving relationship with travel, I realize that it's not merely about the physical act of moving from one place to another. It's a metaphorical journey of self-discovery, a continuous exploration of the world and my place within it. With each mile traveled, I am not only covering geographical distances but also bridging the gaps within myself.
Perhaps my reluctance to travel alone stems from a fear of solitude, a discomfort with my own thoughts without the familiar presence of my mother. However, as I embark on more solo adventures, I recognize the opportunity for introspection and self-reliance. There's a unique beauty in the solitary moments, allowing me to connect with my inner self amidst the external chaos.
The concept of travel sickness, triggered by the act of using my phone, remains a mysterious quirk. It's a reminder that even in the age of constant connectivity, there are moments when the simple act of observing the passing scenery becomes a more profound and enriching experience.
Night travel, once a source of apprehension, has now become a source of fascination. The serene quietude, the city lights twinkling like stars, and the sense of being a silent observer in the stillness of the night create a different kind of magic. It's a reminder that every journey, whether undertaken in the bright light of day or the hushed hours of night, holds its own unique charm. I think I prefer long distance trips now
In contemplating the borders I've yet to cross, both literally and metaphorically, I recognize the vast expanse of possibilities awaiting me. Each journey is a step towards self-discovery, an exploration of the world and my role within it. While I may have started as an unwilling traveler, I am now open to the myriad adventures that lie ahead, eager to unravel the stories that different landscapes and cultures have to tell. Travel, once a mere inconvenience, has transformed into a canvas where I paint the strokes of my own narrative, one trip at a time.