Travelbug

I've been thinking about tarveling. I'm home now, from my oh-so-wonderful trip to NYC with Sipuli. Always, when I'm back from a trip, I'm exhausted and just happy that I'm home, thinking that I'll go nowhere for a while. Well, guess what. It took whole 3 days to get that certain anxiety, that only can be described as "kaukokaipuu", back. (Marynell, how do you translate it??) Grave to be on the road is propably something close enough.

What is it? I mean, obviously there is a place for most of people, that they call and feel home. That is the place, where one usually fits in to the puzzle, or even better, is an important part of the puzzle. It is safe and comfortable and that's where people usually feel valued. On the other hand, when on the road, there's no safetynet, and you just have to make your own place in a new continuously changing environment. But is that actually the charm of traveling? Challenging oneself? When put this way, the answer is obvious, of course that is exactly the charm of travel. Well, atleast to me. Meeting new people and seeing the world (that are also important) aside, I think travel is about pushing myself a little further, in an environment that I'm not familiar with. I think there's no sweeter victory than victory over oneself. And that's where the anxioty comes from.



(To all those that are forced to stay home for now, go to www.travelblog.com. I find it fascinating to read about those who are backpackers at the moment, escspecially in places where I've been or wanna go.)

(Will-i-am if you read this, get back to me I wanna go to Milan!!)

(I started studying spanish yesterday, so here we come South America!)