I like to travel. A lot.
My bookshelves are adorned with an enviable collection of Lonely Planet™ guides and phrasebooks. More than a dozen emails a day cheerily flood my inbox, describing incomparable dive sites and advertising last minute get-away specials. I sign up for credit cards I don’t need, just to cushion my frequent flyer accounts. The orange Kayak app icon greets me every time I look down at my iPhone.
You get the idea.
What fuels this — some might say — obsessive behavior are the intangible, yet palpable, connections with people and places that invariably occur when I’m on the road. Exchanging smiles with a little Guatemalan girl sitting across from me on a bus. Meandering through food market stalls as they spring to life in the morning. Savoring a glass of wine as the summer sun sets over a city skyline. My spirit always flies a little bit higher with every one of these moments.
Yes, the travel bug will forever frolic inside me.
Recently, though, I’ve been working on growing my business (Elevate Law School Admissions Consulting) and cultivating new projects — leaving me with an unfamiliar pull to ground myself at home, and be present here in Los Angeles.
Pondering my situation, I had an epiphany: traveling and staying home are not mutually exclusive.
Traveling is more a state of being than it is the number of flights we board or oceans we cross. At its essence, traveling is about bursting out of the routine and into the remarkable, escaping the mundane and embracing the exceptional, while blasting open and expanding our comfort zones. It’s about becoming familiarized with the new…and ourselves in the process.
So, in the not-so-often kindred spirits of adventure and laying down roots, I am embarking on a journey — right here at home in Los Angeles.