Wanderlust

My parents flew me overseas for the first time when I was 9 months old. It was a nearly 8 hour flight to see my grandparents in France. Since that first trip, I’ve visited over 20 countries around the globe and learned 3 languages fluently, along with a fourth that I would consider “passable”. Perhaps it was growing up in a multicultural home or spending the summers of my youth abroad in Europe or Asia that sparked my love for travel and culture, but either way, I still have an acute case of wanderlust.

More often than not, I traveled with my grandmother when I was a child. My mother busted her derriere to be able to send us to various places during my school breaks and as a result, all that travel has completely shaped my worldview and who I am as a person. It forced me to learn empathy and humility. It forced me to adapt and be resourceful. It sparked my love of adventure and all things exploration. And it taught me that kindness is a trait common to many people worldwide.

Now, as an adult, I still love to travel. I am one of those weird people who love airports because it means that a new adventure is on the horizon. Unfortunately, my husband and I haven’t ventured internationally since we had kids, not only because life just didn’t allow the time for it (at one point I had 3 kids under 3) but because it’s outrageously expensive to fly 5 people anywhere. I once found an airline ticket from Charleston to Bangkok, Thailand for $600, but then you multiply that by 5, tack on lodging and food and it’s just entirely cost prohibitive.

That left us with two options, at least in the short-term. Either we could travel once every few years when we could afford to venture overseas, or travel more often domestically. I don’t need to tell you which one I voted for. Neither one of us had seen too much of the middle part of the United States so we made a plan to get there. That included a plan for Felicity.

But that’s not what this post is about. All these paragraphs were just to explain why the book I’m currently reading intrigues me so much; to give you some insight as to why I even picked it up in the first place. I recently started At Home in the World, by Tsh Oxenreider and am entirely spellbound. This woman is speaking to me. She wrote this book for people like me. People who want to make their children world citizens. I love and subscribe to the idea that travel isn’t just reserved for single-folk, the rich or the retired. We are an ordinary family of 5 and I fully intend to show my kids how extraordinary the world is.

I’ll report back once I finish it, but I have the feeling this is going to stay on my list of must-reads for a while. Stay tuned!

1 Comment

  1. I am very happy you are sharing the “wanderlust” and remembered “Vérité en-deçà des Pyrenées, erreur au-delà” or “Đi một ngày đàng, học một sàng khôn”…

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