Lately, it’s been a bit of a struggle. Do I stay or do I go? Wanderlusty thoughts hit my brain on a daily basis with posts by Sherry Ott in culinary Spanish wonderland, Kelly traversing Morocco, So Many Places taking their big leap, and Never Ending Voyage planning a summer in Tuscany. The other shores, other seas, and outward places call me with siren beats. Yet, each day in San Francisco there are unique events to attend, treasures to seek, gourmet restaurants to try, creative drinks to mix, and loving friends with which to hang.
I arrived here two years ago this week with four suitcases, a spot on a dear friend’s couch, and e-mails on a possible room. In those two years, I’ve settled into life here. San Francisco is now home to the many facets of the jeweled life I’ve always wanted to live. As an extra bonus, I now get all the jokes on the popular tumblr: Whilst in SF.
And yet travel tugs. It tugs hard. It’s my passion. It’s what I write to you about, it’s the topic I geek out about at events across the city, and it’s what I want all of you to do. And I preach it loud and proud from this here blog pulpit. Good news is, it’s easy get immersed in travel even as I’m at home, it’s the salve on the travel itch and the pour to fill up my cup.
This morning, I was editing videos from the recent Hostelling International panel on solo travel and putting together the curriculum on the Get Off Your Butt and Blog Workshop I’m starting on Tuesday in San Francisco. Each thing I’m writing about is a collection of what I’ve learned over the past four years of blogging and traveling and a validation of things I’ve learned and want to share with future travelers and bloggers.
In between the work, I went to take a break for some rare San Francisco heat. I opened up the May 2012 issue of National Geographic Traveler and found the “Cheating Death: How Travel Keeps Me Alive” by Edward Redicker-Henderson. These words were the conduit of that calming salve, the ones I needed hear because sometimes I fear that I’m not going to travel long-term again because I feel so at home.
A bit of context: The author appears to have a terminal disease and doctors have been warning him for twenty years to take care of himself and stay home. He bucks this advice by traveling on great adventures and finding the perfection in all the world wants to show him. He feels travel keeps him alive.
Here are my favorite quotations from the article:
“That is the first way travel keeps me alive. Because the world is great and incredibly generous with time.”
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“Saying no is the easiest thing in the world. But who loves no? If you’re going to fight for what you love, don’t you have to say yes?”
“Say no and all you’re doing is waiting for time to finish. Say yes, yes, and it’s the spell that opens Ali Baba’s cave. The riches never run out.”
“I may suck at playing musical instruments and I can’t paint a crooked line well, but I can travel. By doing so, I meet the world on its terms, which teaches me how to be honest with what the day is, instead of what I think the day should be.”
“Every time I board a plane, I’m taking out the fire, all that noise of daily life, and keeping only what’s necessary: hope, amazement, love.”
“So often travel confers the gift of a perfect day in a perfect place solely because we moved a little to the side.”
“Whoever created the world went to a lot of trouble. It would be downright rude not to go out and see as much of it as possible.”
“Isn’t it wonderful to know, beyond any doubt and with infinite, unearned grace, that the world holds so much, that what we take for granted in our lives can change according to how we’re willing to see it, to greet it.”
And with that thought, I realize I am traveling already, in my new hometown, with some of the best of the best travel buddies, and most perfect moments.