We can’t all be in one place at the same time. Therefore, being able to travel makes it possible, desirable, preferable, and practical that we can go to all sorts of other places.
Travel allows us to go from where we are to places we might want to be, or at least to be temporarily. We can see things in those places that we can’t see where we are. We all know that pictures don’t do justice to the real thing. Seeing the real thing teaches us about intricacies, nuances, and details that we might not pick up on by just reading about those other places. Or by seeing pictures that someone else took.
Because we can’t all be in the same place together, not all of us anyway, travel allows us to meet other people, learn about them, and see things from other perspectives.
If we were, somehow, able to all be in the same place at the same time, storytelling would have to be way different than it is, because a lot of us would be able to witness and participate in the same things together, and it wouldn’t be as incumbent upon us to paint mental pictures, because, well, we didn’t “have to be there,” – we were.
Traveling to faraway places gives us the opportunity to be not where we usually are, and that usual place is probably work. So when we travel, there are times when we can be doing lots of other stuff besides working, and that can be a lot of fun, educational, and just downright good for our mental and spiritual selves.
When we aren’t working, or if we are, but just in another place, there is no telling how much good can come of that. And when we take some time to take in where we are, and maybe capture some pictures, because we always want to show others how the pictures of where we were don’t do justice to what we saw, we get to freeze some of those memories in time and add some depth and texture to the stories that we harvest, when we travel.
Travel, by its very nature, is temporary. Like life, we’re hardly ever always in one place all the time. When we give ourselves the gift of travel, we know that at some point we will go back home. Back to where we were. Back to work, even.
Sometimes, the temporary nature of travel is a blessing. We can come home to people that didn’t travel with us. We can return to our routines, and our normal lives, and… you get it. Endless travel is for some, but not for all.
I would say, overall, travel is good.
These are things one ponders when travel is temporary. This little gigantic piece of my heart, in the picture, is a world traveler. She’s been here, with us, for almost two months, and now, as you read this, she is about to board a plane to take her across the ocean. For more travel, more pages to her book of life. She’s my only granddaughter, Naomi, and right now, I have mixed feelings about travel. I am so grateful for the trip that brought her here, and the memories we made. Travel is temporary, you know…
