That first step off the plane, that new city, new air, new people and new language.
Nobody knows you, but they see you, they hear you and they want to know all about you.
You're no different from the person who is different. Tell your story, share and in exchange, listen.
Listen to their excitement, their pride, their heritage and their culture.
Soak in that welcoming kindness, that acceptance to be you.
Open pastel coloured skies, scenic views in which you find serendipity.
Rediscover you, the lost you, the growing you, the inquisitive and the curious.
In these moments you aren’t lost anymore, you aren’t alone anymore, you are free, to the world, the wilderness, to the skies and - heck - to the universe.
Feel the cities' new earth, the sounds of the busy streets or the mellow waves, where the earth has yet decided to end.
For each will show you, guide you and teach you, about you.
A sense of belonging, internally; it’s what we yearn for, right?
Part of our human programming. To address our self-conception and our self-perception into all these diverse cultural categories.
Yet, why is it when we travel, when we enter a new cultural ambiance that it removes our own?
We are overwhelmed by these exotic emotions of curiosity, fear, excitement and adventure.
Why are we so open to be lost, to lose ourselves if we already belonged?
Is it the adrenalin, the autonomous sympathetic human response that addicts us to these emotions?
Or the need to break free in order to rebuild ourselves…
I’ve discovered that travelling sets you free, although the more you travel, the longer you stay, you start to belong.
To a place that had no impact on you, you start to settle, ease and immerse yourself to that way of life.
It becomes a part of you, the early morning rises, the consistency of pictorial weather and the people.
You’re not afraid to want to become a part of them, to belong with them.
Have you noticed when you’re out bound it’s a softer type of kindness, uncommon for those surrounded by the dull grey concrete?
There the people that notice how bright the stars are, the smell of the lowering humified air with added sounds of mosquitos and 6 legged minibeasts that soar into invaded spaces.
There’s a significance of belonging to openness, a connection to the world, becoming a global citizen, adding your presence.
Yet you’re here smiling, laughing, unconsciously changing.
Though these only become visible on return.
You have changed your cultural customs, added to your own.
Yet people are labelling you right this minute back at home: she’s brave, she’s strong, she’s living her dreams…
Yet you have no dreams, solely living in the moment, no ties, no nothing...
Yet you never think to wonder... Who am i?