In my everyday life, I have a particular sense of who I am. In some ways, my routine defines me, as do my interactions with the world around me. Cumulatively, over time, the way in which we live our lives, day-to-day, builds up, to form a portion of our sense of who we are that is nuanced and intuitive. Facets of it are based on our impression of how we are seen by others, while other facets derive from how we see the world, and how we interact with and live in it.
One of the interesting things about travel–which some find liberating and others find terrifying–is that it takes us out of the bounds of that daily routine, and that set of self-definitions.
In other words: travel provides the opportunity to redefine who you are. Continue reading
