Reasons Traveling Helps Me Find Who I Am and it Can for You Too

Traveling is the only way I know how to become who I am meant to be. I haven’t always loved traveling. Growing up my family didn’t travel. I can count on one hand the number of times my mom went 50 miles further than the city she lived in her entire life. My first travel experience happened against my will when I was 11 years old. My dad’s family was from Hungary, and he took my younger brother and me to meet them. As a child of my mom, to say that I didn’t want to go was an understatement. I was too young then to appreciate what I saw in Europe. Still, it taught me one valuable thing: the world contained much more than I previously believed. I’d always thought everything in the world was like where I lived “downriver” in southeastern Michigan. But I’d been wrong. What else was I wrong about? High School Travel The only other family trip I recall was camping at a site half an hour from our home. Mom complained the entire time and vowed never to do it again. We didn’t. In high school, I didn’t have money to go on any […]

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