What if I wasn´t like that, what if i didn´t want to go different places. The world had to be another.
Lets say the world was full of travelers, everyone wants to study outside their country and work all around the world. Maybe meet the love of their life, and settle in country of their desire. Flying would be cheap and people would have so many friends and family around the world, that you would not even need a hotel. This would be normal, everyone's reality. Towns full with foreign families, speaking different languages at home, work or just the shop next door. This world would be so globalize in food, manners, languages, no barriers would exist. IN A WORLD LIKE THIS, I WOULD NOT BE A TRAVELER.
For me the excitement about going places I've never been before, places I only know by history class, movies or pictures on the Internet; it's taking a chance, an opportunity, making my own way, not what I'm suppoust to be or do. Doing something that is going to change my life.
If I grew up traveling since I was born, and then again, and again I would dare to stay. To stay in the place I was born, and learn everything I can about it, cause everyone there doesn't care their heads would always be planning the next trip. Rescue my roots. I could even fall in love with the boy next door, have a family and stay. Staying would be the adventure.
My heart belongs to my curiosity of the unknown,