Stop escaping and start living.

Before I was on that Monday through Friday work grind ~aka the 9 to 5 life~, I would travel somewhere nearly every 3 months. It wasn’t necessarily to exotic locations.. and it might mean taking the Megabus for 12 hours alone -shoutout to $1 tickets and impulse plans-, but leaving Western New York made me happier and more appreciative whenever I came back.

My last trip somewhere was nearly 10 months ago.. and just acknowledging that fact depresses me.

  • I can’t completely blame my job, because I have 2 consecutive full days off per week now, more than I could say when working retail. And I somehow traveled more then.
  • I won’t entirely blame my friends, because I used to escape by myself to clear my head; attend blog conferences and impose on/visit family members across the U.S on a semi-frequent basis.
  • I don’t blame this on finances, because I have a big girl job now. And although student loans suck and eat up nearly a quarter of my monthly income (UGH), I used to travel when I babysat for $5.00/hr sporadically at the age of 17. So no excuses.

It comes down to priorities -and anybody who tells you differently is lying. I started putting stability and consistency ahead of spontaneity. In millennial terms: I started “adulting”

I still have a chronic case of wanderlust though.. when Jet Blue and Frontier airlines send me e-mails with subject lines about flights being less than $50 or 99% off (NOT KIDDING, I’VE SEEN THIS) my heart races. I click the links inside the ads and expertly plan trips for less than the cost of a few dinners downtown. I live closer to the airport than ever before! I could leave at anytime! And I still don’t go.

I suddenly remember that my rent is due next Friday. And I have to give my job 2 weeks notice to request time off. Someone needs to water my plants -lol. Also, why do I want to go to Detroit anyway? Reality comes crashing down. Before this last 10 months I didn’t see why people were always saying to study abroad while you’re in college.. when else am I ever again going to have 3 months available to just get up and live somewhere else? When I’m retired. And that’s pretty damn far away. ***also studying abroad was the best thing I ever did, so do that***

For the record, this is not a supposed to be a sympathy inducing blog post. This is my revelation post! I am due for a trip somewhere and I will take it.. but I am also happier with my life today than I was 5 years ago. And I travelled way more then.

Constantly running to new places can be a means of escaping and lately I don’t feel as much of a need to. Sure, 70 degrees and sunny with a fancy drink on the beach looks fantastic on any winter day in Buffalo.. but the grass is always greener, sand is always sparklier etc, etc.

So a bit of advice that I am hypocritically trying to also take myself: make your hometown/backyard the travel destination you so desire.

Go to the hotel spa. Visit the tourist attractions. Shop at local stores for knick-knacks. Attend a play, concert or sporting event. Stop traveling to escape and start living day to day life like you would not want to leave.



Leave a reply