Most would agree that travel takes time and money. I say it is all about what and who you know. I know how to navigate Europe, and have a reservation on a friend’s couch. Today will be the third time in three consecutive years I hop the pond into Italy. While my first stay in Florence was for study (or a four month vacation dubbed by my parents), my second was to nanny (for a manic mother, and a story I’ll save for a later date).
Today, I travel for leisure. I travel to reunite with the girls who impacted my first journey in Italy. I travel to scratch the bite the bug has buried deep into my spirit.
This travel bug epidemic tends to spread to those who study abroad. They taste foreign land, foreign food, foreign men and want nothing from the ordinary every again. But once the semester ends, the fever alleviates and the majority of students return to a life of security. For me and my Florentine friends, we see this confusing and open time of our lives as an opportunity to fall back into wanderlust.
While we have the time to wander, it is the money that may cause an issue. After two months of “funemployment” I should be securing some sort of income. Especially after allocating August to hop about the United States with a friend who is also in this career-limbo phase. Instead of job searching, I checked my bank account and my inbox and booked an impromptu escape to Italy.
Is the transatlantic trip rational? I avoid adding chicken on my salad to save money. That’s rational. But a three-peat trip of a lifetime? Also rational.
Like an education, you cannot put a price tag on experiences. As the anonymous quote goes,
“Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled”
I’ve earned my degree, but baby, I have so much to learn.
I relaunch my blog, my public diary, as “Live Prolific” to inspire those to live in abundance. For me, this means to grasp every opportunity to wander.
What does Living Prolifically mean to you?