This past weekend Simon and I went to the Lake District in Cumbria (north England). I will blog about our beautiful time there asap. When I mentioned this to the girls at work or their friends (and twitter). I got the same response I got when I said I was going to California, to Cornwall and to Aussie.
"Going away again?!"
"All you seem to do its go on holiday"
"Do you actually work?"
"Your are on a perma-holiday"
And I sigh.
Simply because I don't really have an explanation as to why I feel the need to go to places all the time. It's not that I hate where I live. It's more that I know there is so much out there to see and do. But my response is usually half heartedly a *giggle* and then say "yeah I guess".
Then the other day I saw this quote and it explains why travelling is so important to me perfectly.
George Orwell once said how childhood "often creates a false map of the world, but it's the only map we have. And no matter how old we are at the first sign on trouble, a need for change or to fill an empty space, we take off running for those fabulous countries."
Although I love England and it will always be my home. I do feel there is a gap on my map of the world that I haven't explored. This quote is so true because when I was little I would hear of these "paradise islands" that people used to go to relax. Or these adventure holidays where people went to seek thrill and it is only now that I am adult and have a good conception of what "life" can be like. That I refuse to waste it saying "I wish I could go there".
Because in simple terms.