All I wanted was to escape, instead I became a traveler.

I was heartbroken. I won’t get into specific details about when and with who, but I was. We’ve all been there. Every place I was in, every song or movie I saw, every friend I came across, everything reminded me of my heartbreak. I wanted to get away. I wanted to go far, far away from it all. Yes, it was “escaping” my problems, but I wanted to do it. So I went far away. I went on trips when my work schedule had three, four, or five days off. I went around the country, around Asia, across the ocean. I went with friends, I went alone. Sure enough, in time, my heartaches went away. And without knowing it, it hit me. I gained something wonderful from it all. The love for travel. Seeing so many new places, learning about different cultures, meeting so many interesting people, and knowing yourself even more. Traveling is like going to school all over again and being a student of life. Its an enriching personal experience unlike any other. I’m now thankful for that heartbreak, because it helped me evolve into the eager traveler I am today. The wealth of experience and memories I now have, and am looking forward to have, is priceless.