I reached into the pocket of my coat this morning as the train trundled on its way to the city and my place of work. Being one for shoving things into said pockets, I’m never really surprised by what comes out at a later date. This morning, I pulled out a firm reminder of what I love doing best. Travelling.
The train tickets in my hand were for a journey from Nottingham to Huddersfield that I took back in March. The weather that day was glum and I spent the best part of it inside book stores waiting for the train. Needless to say, I bought a few paperbacks that day as well as a signed copy of Brett Anderson’s “Coal Black Mornings”, his first autobiography. Have I plugged this book enough yet? Probably not considering my regular highlighting of just how good it is. Maybe it’s time Brett slipped me a few quid for being his unofficial publicist? No, seriously. It’s time!
Travel is so important because it opens your mind to new adventures and experiences whilst allowing you to experience so many cultures along the way which help you grow into a more accepting person. I often wonder what kind of I would have been had I not spent most of my life exploring and creating adventures? Looking back, my pre-travel teenage self was incredibly inexperienced at life and I doubt I would have changed much had I not ventured out into the world.
This morning has been a good reminder to not allow myself to sit and stagnate. A wholesome reminder to start looking forward to new adventures however big or small they are. So now, where are you off to next and why are you going there?