It is not uncommon in your twenties to feel the itch of wanderlust. What makes me just a little out of the ordinary – Is that I have longed to travel for as long as I can remember. I dream of sunshine and skyscrapers, of music I’ve never listened to and languages I’ve never heard before.
Maybe, just maybe, I can blame my parents. They were never fabulous at sitting still either. I wasn’t even in double digits when I started searching for bargain trips abroad, hadn’t made it out of primary school when I mastered packing at high speed. Travel might just be in my blood! But whatever the reason, I view my passport as a basic human right and that little red book has been a trusty companion.
As I write this it is 2017, it is 80 days until I turn 23 and I have stepped foot in 52 different destinations around the world. That list includes 13 different European countries, 4 different American states, 1 Caribbean island and 1 private island.
and I’m not done yet!
I could tell you all of the places that I dream of going but the list would take up at least an hour of your time. Instead let’s just say: I haven’t been everywhere yet but I’m working on it.