It was a little while back, I had just got my annual review, there was some stuff about how I need to network and communicate more and yeah yeah, where that bag at? I had a pretty good idea of what I was going to do with this bonus, I was going to take a trip. Take my entry level Spanish to Barcelona, maybe go to London and find my future ex wife, go post up in Santorini like Rick Ross (apparently everybody went to Greece this year because there’s so many pictures on social media now), Tokyo always seemed like a cool place to visit, or I can go back to the Motherland…well, I ain’t get THAT much. (Seriously though, a $1000 flight to Accra is white supremacy). At this moment, I’m determined to do this and I’m going to go solo, no time like the present and I don’t want to be held back by anyone else. I look up vacation packages ($250 single surcharge is also white supremacy, because reasons). I look up flights and tried not to be turned off by the flight times, I’m sure I can find half a xan somewhere. Then trying to find a hotel and plan an itinerary…I need a vacation from planning a vacation already. I just started a new project I can’t just leave for a week, and so I delay it a few months…and a few more…that turns into well, let’s see next year but then the reality hit me that, I just don’t really want to.
When you’re young, single, childless and have a few extra pennies you’re supposed to travel, broaden your horizons, take in some culture, it’s what makes you a more well rounded individual and makes that “loves to travel” line in your Tinder bio not bullshit. It’s not that I’m opposed to it completely, I just don’t care that much. As someone who is very interested in art and history, there’s so much in the world I would love to see. Perhaps I just need a travel agent or about a 30% pay increase because I’m just not disciplined enough to save. I don’t get up and work every day just to eventually have enough money to walk around Europe for a week. Shrug life. However, when you say that out loud it’s like when someone expresses a desire not to get married or have kids; you’re expected to aspire to travel even if you never do. So even if you end up flying over 2 days, staying in a hostel and only get 27 likes on your picture so now you have to repost 3 more times with the “take me baaaaack” caption because how the hell did your banana bread get more likes than fucking Patong beach, it’s worth it because now you have an anecdote. It’s become a status symbol; “I don’t spend money on material goods, I pay for experiences” meanwhile you barely left the resort. Travel is a hobby, either you’re into it or you’re not but some people just need to feel superior. People stress traveling in your 20s ironically implying that it’s something irresponsible and should be done before you start adulting adulting in your 30s even though you would be more stable and more comfortable then. I’d much rather travel in the next few years, than have scratched and clawed my way years ago just to say I’ve been.
I have friends who love to travel, they come back and their stories and photos at best make me think about seeing for myself. It’s hard not to log on social media see your peers “living their best life” all over and feel like you’re slacking. But I live my best life in my apartment catching up on TV and buying shit I don’t need on Amazon Prime. I can afford to travel, just not quite on my terms yet so what’s the rush? (Well who knows with Toupee Fiasco…I might just hurry up and get to Cuba while I still can) Right now, international travel that just feels more trouble than it’s worth. I’ve probably taken about a dozen smaller, domestic trips in the last year or so because ‘Merica still has plenty of offer. (Well, maybe like 3 more cities than I’m done). That isn’t to dissuade others, if you have the travel bug by all means scratch it and go as far as your budget allows and make sure you’re doing it for yourself and not the ‘Gram. We don’t care. I promise.