Have you ever been on the crossroad of your life, not quite sure where you’re heading to? Or you have a goal, but don’t know how to get there? Most of the time I have a feeling I have no idea what I’m doing here. So I travel. When I don’t know what to do, I travel. And I wander through life.
I guess it’s an early mid-life crisis. A path to self examination. An awakening. I bet most of you get those, too. If you do, how do you sort yourself out? I know it’s too big of a spectrum and mix of lives and characters to have the right answer. Each and every one of us is unique.
Maybe you just asked yourselves, reading this, how is this related to travels. Well, I’d say life is one big travel. And everything and everybody is intertwined. Let’s put aside the fact we travel to see how lovely and diverse our planet is. I travel to find answers. There’s a saying: ‘Not all those who wander are lost’. I’d add to that: ‘Some are’. They wander in order to find life’s purpose or to find love or an ideal job. New life. And add meaning to it. Experience things. Who knows, there are as many reasons as there are different souls.
I’m not this huge traveller who’s seen half of the world. I’m more kind of a person who falls in love with some places and keeps coming back to them. In the past 4 years I have travelled to Portugal once and to Ireland and Australia twice. Why have I been to Australia 3 times altogether, a pretty long way from Croatia? Why didn’t I visit new countries that are much closer than the land down under? Countries I haven’t seen yet.
Well, there’s just something about it that keeps me coming back for more. It’s my other world away from this one. I’m sure you all have one whether it’s in your own country or half a world away. I’ve already written about that feeling in my Australia section.
I’ve lived in Ireland twice. First time I went there was in 2015 and stayed for 6 months. I’ve worked, travelled, met new people, seen new places, lived, cried, laughed. Then I needed to come back home.
A few months later, I found myself in Ireland again. This time for a shorter period, 3 months. All over again. Old friendships, some new ones. More new places, but kept on going back to some old ones, too.
I’ve seen beautiful breathtaking views, I’ve heard many stories. Lived one, too. Stories I can tell you and stories I kept for myself.
I’ve become hungry for them. I’ve become hungry for life.
This is what keeps me ticking. My travels. And that’s why I’m going back for more fuel.
Hopefully I’ll be back in Ireland next month with some more interesting stories to tell you. Or just a plain life story in another town.
In the meantime, I wouldn’t mind hearing from you. Do write. And do wander.
