Category Archives: WanderLoves
This past weekend, I hit the club! It’s funny how such a seemingly normal weekend pastime is treated like such a luxury in my eyes. I hadn’t gone out dancing in who knows how long and, much like travel, I was getting the itch.
I remember realizing a couple hours in – feet aching and sweat dripping, but on a high (on life of course) and unable to stop – that the itch is not the only thing dance and travel have in common. I almost thought I was having a flashback from a trip – perhaps in Greece or Spain where, as a backpacker, going to the clubs was your average Tuesday night. However, it wasn’t so much a memory as it was a familiar feeling. There are certain sensations I felt on that big colorful less-than-glamorous dance floor that I’ve only ever felt while on the road: freedom, invincibility, elation, clarity. The wonderful synergy between the surrounding elements and personal emotion. Dancing without inhibitions and traveling without direction have provided such a balance in my life.
I can’t and probably don’t have to explain to you how painful it is to be a traveler who hasn’t been able to really travel the last couple of years. Although a night out with friends, making new friends, where the dance floor is your roadmap and the DJ is your tour guide, may not equate “travel” to many – myself included – it sure is a fantastic way to let go of stress, live in the moment, maybe show the world what you’re made of? And if anything, it is a pretty killer way to spend a Friday night out in San Francisco.
What kinds of feelings does travel provoke in you? Have you ever felt them doing something else? Do you have a temporary fix?
In the midst of my never-ending to-do list today, I took a moment to recognize the birth of one of my absolute favorite people in the world. And wish her a happy birthday on her facebook wall. This prompted a series of some of my fondest memories to flood my thoughts, putting the list on hold for a while. Although these memories naturally brought a smile to my face, the harsh reality hit me: the last birthday I celebrated with her was two years ago, which means it’s almost been two years since leaving my vagabondish life in Sydney.
I made a promise to myself when I left that I would not let two years go by without going back to Oz. It will forever be a home to me and I can’t going longer than two years without going home! Sydney was not only a place in which I lived, but it’s where I grew – a feeling characteristic of home. It’s where I tried new things, tested my limits, made unconditional and unforgettable friendships; ultimately, it’s where I discovered a lot of myself. Read the rest of this entry