After a year-plus of at-home living, travel feels like a luxury.
It always did feel that way to me, though. This is probably because growing up in a small, isolated mountain town makes it seem as though the treasures of the outside world are just far enough out of reach.
Regardless of where you come from, there’s something special about the planning, coordination, and excitement of transporting yourself to somewhere new, even just temporarily.
We can all attest to an extra layer of travel magic this year, maybe mixed in with other, more complicated emotions, like anxiety and anticipation and maybe a little fear.
This summer, I’ve been blessed to get out and travel to two destinations by airplane: first San Diego, and then Orlando. I got to spend time on two different coasts, with vastly varying experiences. However, something remained the same: I really love exploring.
In California, I felt compelled by the sea. It inspired me and filled my soul with endless satisfaction and simple contentedness. The sound of the waves followed me as I lulled into sleep, while the chirping of seagulls ebbed me awake. The pace was slow and relaxed, while the cold ocean water jolted our bodies into excitement.
Florida offered different feelings, of fast-paced, instant gratification and a buzzing reminder that everything is special and carefully curated. Between Disney and Universal, the vibe was complete and total fun. There were thrills and moments of sweet nostalgia and the palm trees were so beautiful to see amid the rush.
Both of my trips were amazing and I found myself plotting an eventual return.
What I didn’t necessarily expect, however, was the gratifying reunion with my home. I didn’t think I would feel as relieved as usual to return to relaxation and rest after experiencing an entire year of only stationary relaxation and rest (if you can call it that).
But I did.
I was happy to sleep in my bed, sip my coffee, and reunite with my pup. I loved slipping into my sweatpants and admiring the blue Colorado sky and patchy green grass in my yard. As soon as I arrived, I felt my usual creativity creep into the picture, along with some exhaustion, which was a great reminder of a truth I don’t often acknowledge: I’m inspired at home, too.