humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
Home Is Where the Heart Is...
You know the saying, “Home is where the heart is”? I’ve heard this saying a thousand times, but I never thought much of it until recently. After spending the last month backpacking around Europe and meeting up with travel mates from Australia along the way, I have gotten such a better and intimate understanding of this saying.
By Michaela Marcille7 years ago in Wander
6 Reasons You Should Travel
Many of us have grown up with dreams of seeing the world, experiencing different cultures, and meeting lots of people! Somehow, however, we get sidetracked by life and can often end up sacrificing our dreams in the pursuit of the mundane.
By Jordan Catto7 years ago in Wander
Planning for Florida
Here's the thing about deciding to travel. The need can hit you at any moment; and all of a sudden you've got this itch, and whenever you're driving to work this thought lingers in your mind. "I could leave right now," you think, "I could leave now and when I come back I'll be someone new..." Please don't follow this urge. As incredibly tempting as it is, please set a plan and wait until you have the money.
By Will Jackson7 years ago in Wander
Traveling: The New Materialism?
This is a bit of a controversial topic that I wanted to write about for a while but never got around to it. I have had countless debates with my friends about it and never came to an agreement. Yes, buying tangible things and buying travel experiences are fundamentally different. However, I don't think they're so far apart. As I've grown up and started earning an income, luxuries started to become viable. New cars, houses, and vacations started to become attainable to me. I've had my fair share of material purchases and vacation experiences. For me, I would have to say that I don't think I gained more satisfaction from one over the other. I believe it all comes down to perception and personal preferences.
By Brian Anonymous7 years ago in Wander
The Three Van-Dwellers
Having broken down again, we were feeling pretty worse for wear. We were pulled up at the side of a small country road, somewhere in the south of France. However that day, our bad luck seemed to be balanced with an equal amount of good luck. A small red car began to pull up, all faded and battered. It almost looked as if it had stories to tell. We dreaded it. We couldn’t speak a word of French, how are we going to explain our problem? The man stepped out and began to walk towards us. He had a rather daunting look about him, like a man who had seen a lot. The tattoos on his arms were faded and scared, the lines on his face told a story of his life but his eyes were bright. He had a certain kindness in his face. As he approached us he spoke, in a deep Scottish accent.
By Kader Folles7 years ago in Wander
I Booked a One Way 12 AM Ticket Home and I Don't Know When I'm Coming Back
On Tuesday, I was tired, sad, and restless. I had been sad for the past couple of weeks. Restless. Uncertain of a lot of things. I haven't been sleeping well for like, two weeks now. Moving has been a lot of things but it's mostly been tiring—emotionally draining. But late on Tuesday night, I just decided I was done. I felt this massive urge to go home all day and I couldn't shake it. I needed to go home, see my home. Be in my house. Ride my bike to my favorite coffee shop in the morning and say hi to my barista, Nick (shout out to Nick, by the way. Thanks for always serving my iced black with a dash of almond milk :) ). I needed to see all of my friends again. I needed to laugh about stupid stuff with them again. I needed to watch movies on the beach and go SUPing on Sundays. I needed to go home. I just craved home. I didn't get enough time to say goodbye. I came home from Hawaii and I left the next day. I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone or anything and it made my soul so sad. I missed my physical home. I missed certain people. I missed my neighbors. Friends. Hanging out in my backyard with the sunlight pouring in at all hours of the day. And as simple as it sounds, it's those things that you miss about home. And as crowded and hot as home is right now, it's still my home. It will always be. I will always crawl back to the blessed Southland like the SoCal brat I am and lay on the beach all day and be content with my life.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Wander
I Moved
Moving is painful. I can't and don't know what or how to feel. I wanted this months ago, and now that it came, I'm nervous. I'm anxious. I'm sad. I'm so so sad. I miss home so much, to be honest. For months, I was telling myself and others that "I'm moving during the summer" and now that it's here, I'm regretting it at some moments. I moved too quick.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Wander
Moving Into the Future
I’ve honestly thought about living abroad since I was 15. Anyone who’s ever had a Tumblr (millennials) will attest to how beautiful those traveling photos look. You can literally feel the Arizona sun on your back and feel the crowds of applause standing in the middle of the Coliseum.
By Shanice Lawrence8 years ago in Wander
