I have always been one of those people who are eager to see the entire world, to smell every single odour of spices around the globe, to enjoy each of the million different cultures surrounding our world. And now? Here I am, sitting in my room in Denmark listening to melancholic sounds, which keep me reflecting upon the life I am living right now.
I have been travelling for the last four years. I haven’t had a fixed place to live for more than 2 years now; I keep on moving. Or is it running away from something? Well, I am probably too young and too unexperienced (or maybe right now too hungover) to find out why I keep on moving. Is it my unsatisfied desire to see the whole world? Am I searching for something? I don’t have a clue about it. I just know that I enjoy and hate it at the same time.
Whereas some of my closest friends have been together with their boyfriends for ages and already think about the next steps of moving together, of creating a future, of having children, I am still the one living in random student flats, keeping track of every single penny to make sure I have enough to go on a new journey. My friends meet for lunch on the weekends, I wake up at 2 because I worked my ass off until 5 in the morning just to finance my stay in Sydney.
Ok, this is a lot of crying around right now and it might be due to the weather conditions here in cold and grey Denmark, but seriously: Don’t you have the same impression that our generation keeps on being more and more independent? In other words, why do more and more people enjoy being on their own? Why are we travelling around, following the search for something new, something inspiring although we might come from safe background, a safe social system and a wealthy family?
I do have some friends who just follow my photos on Facebook and loose track of where I am at the moment. Indeed, they are probably slightly jealous of me being the independent traveller going from place to place. And what do I think? Well, I am proud of myself having survived Malaria and Dengue. I love thinking back to my travels, to the places I have been. At the same time I keep asking myself where this is gonna take me. Some people say you should end things when they are at the best point of time. Doing so, I keep moving even before I can actually establish anything fix at the place where I currently live. I meet people, I hang out with them, I share some drunken nights with them, some of the stupid things you do after the one or the other beer and then you say bye and you start all over again. You meet new people, new guys, have the one or the other adventure, do some stupid things, laugh, and leave. I have been doing this for the last 4 years leading to not only a million of experiences and stories but also to over 600 Facebook friends. But, still, you keep loosing that sense of putting yourself into a fixed situation. Somehow you always leave that backdoor open. The door, which will always ensure a possibility of getting out, when it is about time to leave. The door, which prevents you from having dates, from meeting guys, from establishing real friendships; the door preventing you from settling down.
Right now I am in my last month of my time in Denmark. It is about time to leave again. Am I ready? Well, yeah. I am ready for Australia, I am ready for London. At the same time I am tired of starting all over again, doing the same things. But still, when it comes to the question of travelling vs. settling down it would surely be always TRAVELLING. This is what I love, or is it what I am best at because I can just go whenever I want to? Leaving things behind as soon as I am sick of them? I don’t know but I am definitely ready to pack and go.