Welcome to my first blog for the website. A more personal and informal piece of writing. Like a column it is an opinion piece but more based on the individual experiences of the writer rather than a subjective viewpoint. Hope you enjoy it, would love to hear your thoughts in the comments section at the bottom of the article.
I have always loved to travel. When I was younger our parents took my sister and I on various holidays from our home in Kalgoorlie to New Zealand, Italy, Thailand, even Disneyworld in Orlando, Florida. My love affair with being taken out of my comfort zone and out of my normal routine began early. Perhaps it was in my genes to be a bit adventurous, my Dad had come to Australia from Italy when he was 19 to start a new life and my Mum spent 3 years travelling the globe before she settled down. Perhaps it is in my personality, I have always loved having varied experiences and love the excitement of a new place and new people. More than likely it is a bit of both.
It’s somewhat of a rite of passage for Australians to travel, I think we are so far away from the rest of the world it feels like it’s our destiny and privilege to see how everyone else lives and what goes on across those vast oceans. This is why I took off at age 21 to live and work in the UK and travel throughout Europe. What I discovered was a freedom and an excitement that I had never experienced before. I had come straight from a uni degree so had spent nearly my whole life in institutions so to have a whole year ahead of me full of newness and possibilities was glorious. It was the same sort of feeling I got when I passed my driver’s licence or when I moved out of home for the first time. A delicious feeling that I was in control and I was able to wander wherever I desired.
I returned home from Europe after 12 months and amongst work and further study, embarked on a few small trips over the next few years; Egypt, Malaysia, Japan, New Zealand, Bali, plus some small jaunts within Australia. They all held my interest for a little while but they were holidays opposed to travel and yes I do think there is a difference. That’s why 2 years later I took off again, this time to Canada. This time alone. I had a plane ticket, a suitcase, a work visa and a passport and that was it. I didn’t know anyone over there and I had no plans for when I arrived. But wow, what a year. I made lifelong friends and created fabulous, beautiful memories I will take with me to the grave. They are mine and mine alone, often there was no one to share them with but sometimes I think that just adds to the magic. I spent a year in Canada and it is to date, one of the best years of my life.
Which brings us to today. I am married to a great man, we have a business together and I have a business of my own; following my own dreams and passions. We have a house, a workplace and a fantastic life. I have a wonderful family and more friends than I can count. I am lucky. A lot of my friends have children and most are living a life like me; working, playing, eating, sleeping, enjoying this amazing city we live in and this wonderful country. Occasional holidays and short trips pepper the routine and keep things interesting. This is the life we have chosen. A travelling life, for me, is not forever. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss it sometimes and look back on those carefree days with a large smile.
My husband and I have done a lot of amazing trips in our 8 years together- Greece, Scotland, Italy, Japan, London, Indonesia, Singapore, Dubai, Borneo and even the Maldives for our honeymoon. We have had some fantastic holidays: tantalising sneak peeks into beautiful and fascinating places and random conversations with interesting characters.
Tomorrow, we depart for another trip. This time to New York City. We are going for 3 weeks and I couldn’t be more excited. New York has been on my list since I was about 14, when I fell in love with the characters from ‘Friends.’ It has infiltrated my landscape ever since, through the media, studying the arts, movies, television, documentaries, world events and my real friends’ stories. I feel exhilarated as we have 3 whole weeks to really get a feel for the heartbeat of this great city. It won’t be a 4 day ‘blink and you miss it’ whirlwind trip, it will hopefully allow us a chance to really take a bite of the big apple and see it through the eyes of a local. Granted, a local who has only been there for 3 weeks and is staying in a hotel, but a local all the same.
Despite taking many trips with my husband over the years, somehow it feels different this time. We will have time to explore, time to relax, time to split up and do our own thing, time to find a favourite cafe, restaurant or shop and go back there more than once. For someone like me who loves the arts and the theatre, New York feels like the Mothership. I realise this is not a big trip like I have done in my single days but it is certainly something to tick off my bucket list and for now the closest to a ‘big trip’ that I can experience.
My husband and I have our passports and US visa’s ready, our thermals packed, our accommodation and flights booked and 3 wonderful weeks of adventure and memory making ahead of us. I can’t wait to feed my travel bug again. Wanderlust is calling…
Have you been to New York City?
Do you have any tips for us?
Do you have the travel bug?
Where’s your favourite place?