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9Feb/091

Why Travel

We're pulling this one straight out of the inbox.

"Drew, why do you travel?"

I guess I travel for a lot of reasons. I have a horribly bad time coping with routine, it's as if it stifles the richness of life.

I love to walk. And I mean really really walk.

I love new things. That newness of the road, the wonderful feeling that the world is at my door step and at any moment you can go chase another brilliant idea down a rabbit hole as far as you wish.

I love to grow. To be proven false and incorrect, and that no drew, the world is not always as it seems. To be humbled is not such a bad thing.

I love different cultures. From food to drink, to ideals, art, style, to you name it. Somethings overlap with our own, but there is always something new to be seized upon and admired.

I love the self reliance that the road demands, or gradually bestows on one willing or unwillingly. To know that you can go anywhere and do anything, and I mean to truly know this deep inside - it's a wonderfully liberating feeling.

I love changing things up, squeegeeing the third eye if you will. Changing course and direction in life to get away from everything known for a diet rich in the unknown. It broadens the palate.

I love that there is a community of people just like me from all over the world, every corner in fact, that have declared society's definition of success unfit, and set off on their own natural course.

I love my alone time. To day dream, write, think, walk, draw, self-reflect, take photos, or read. Alone but rarely lonely.

And truly, at the end of the day I love people. Yeah, I know. You're shaking your head, you think I'm getting soft in my old age. A few years and few countries under my belt and I'm ready to rub elbows with the agrarian hippie commune. No, not quite. But if I've learned anything it's that place is merely the stage, the vehicle, from which the true reason I travel springs. The people. Locals and fellow travelers alike from every far reaching neighborhood this world has to offer have taught me more about myself than I would have ever thought possible. That's why I travel

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