I have always been like this. A dreamer. A writer. A wanderer. Since I was in 4th standard, I have had a habit of daydreaming about all the places I would like to visit and how will I wander and meet new people there. In fact, some nights I used to get travelling dreams too about completely new places which my mind would conjure up for me and whenever I woke up, I would feel like I have lost a part of myself. I still do.
I can’t say when my desire to travel turned into plain agony, it has always been a part of me. All those books I read, all those cartoons I watched, all those movies I spent my time on just fueled my passion for travelling.
Once upon a time, I used to dream about visiting Disneyland and Paris and to be honest I thought it was a futile desire and I would be heartbroken when I realised that I can’t accomplish this. But now since I have started working, it seems like I was worrying in vain. It is a second nature to me, to pack up my bags and just go on another journey. It still seems a scary thing when you are stupid enough to wish to travel the whole world, from North pole to South pole, from Antartica to Artic Circle and witness the beauty of Auroras, the midnight sun and the numerous beautiful places waiting to be discovered.
I don’t know how successful I would be, all I know is that I can’t break my own damn heart. And so, I travel.