I absolutely love to travel. Unfortunately, I have not had the privilege of much traveling experience. The farthest I have ever gone outside of America is Canada. Aside from the major French influence, moose and maple leaf items everywhere, and a generally nicer atmosphere…the culture really isn’t all that different. It’s the nicer twin brother.
But I know I love to travel. Whether it be down south, over to the west coast, or to islands. I love meeting people who were raised in another country. I love hearing the different experience, life views, and perspectives. I love seeing the different atmospheres and cultures. Even within my own country.
I dream of visiting Europe, Asia, and Africa. England, Greece, and Russia in particular. I may not know a lot about life, but I know that I long to travel the world. See how the other half lives. Go on an adventure somewhere totally new away from everything I know. Broaden my horizons and gain some awareness of the world around me.
On the wall in my room I have a poster of The Eleventh Doctor. I’m a loud and proud Whovian. Even if I’m a series behind. Anyway, one of the reasons I love this show is because of the promise of possibility. The world is a gigantic place. There is so much to see and so much to do. More than one can ever possibly imagine. Giving up is not an option. The world is such a big and beautiful place. We ought to give a shot exploring it.