“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” – Ernest Hemingway
I have always enjoyed travelling, and never really done enough of it. In my earlier years, family vacations were nearly always day trips, with the occasional overnight stay a state or two away from home, but it was rare that we ventured farther and longer than that. As I’ve gotten older and had opportunities to travel with friends, I’ve been able to expand my geographical horizons across the country, though I’ve still never had occasion to acquire a passport.
I’ve ticked a few destinations off my list in the US, including Disney World (a childhood dream come true at the age of 22), Denver (Red Rocks and a national craft beer festival), the Grand Canyon (I’m still in awe) and Vegas (a lot of things happened there). I hope one day to make it to the West Coast, which is fairly realistic, but I also want to head to some key destinations in Europe. I’ve always wanted to see old castles, and to visit and learn more about my Czech heritage.
At the end of the day, though I may want to get away from time to time, I don’t really have any desire to call another place “home”.
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” -Terry Pratchett