I never thought I would be like this, but I absolutely love to travel and discover new places. When I was a child and growing up I always loved being at home, just hanging with my family. I remember several times calling my parents while at a friend’s house for a sleepover claiming I was “sick.” When I entered the youth group at my church I started going on mission trips and traveling a little bit, but I was always really nervous when I stepped onto the van or plane.
This past summer I had an amazing opportunity to travel around Europe. Even as I entered the airport and kissed my parents goodbye, I remember thinking to myself, “why am I doing this? What was I thinking?” But then on my last night, I found myself wanting to stay because there was soooo much more I wanted to see.
Entering into New Orleans was amazing. As everyone else on our van talked with each other, I found myself glaring out the window trying to take a mental picture of every tree and every building that was different than what I’m used to.
I wanted to jump out of the van and run down every street (including Bourbon street, which I did, on St. Patrick’s Day—wow), try every restaurant, and go in every single shop.
I love unique places, which explains my love of historic downtowns; New Orleans; Florence, Italy; Amsterdam and even Beaufort. I love discovering and exploring these places. I hope I can continue to do so and stop being so nervous about taking that first step.
Now I know that once I do take that first audacious, courageous step, it’ll totally be worth it. But sometimes it’s hard, stressful, and nerve-racking…but I know the end prize is amazing and wonderful and I’ll continue to chase after that.
**Pictured above is a blurry picture of the extremely long bridge ride into New Orleans**