Yesterday I was looking at my passport when it suddenly hit me: it is full of stamps and tickets to distant countries, different cultures, with their own customs, ways of seeing the world, which have made me part of them for a few days and have shared their perspectives with me. I was excited to see that it is a dream that I am making come true and that, due to the dimensions of this world, I can continue doing almost indefinitely.
My ‘self’ from the past would be proud to see that I am fulfilling what I desired so strongly; I am the most accurate version of the girl I admired in my childhood, and my inner girl is in peace.
I really wish this happened to everyone, because happy people, as the saying goes (the politically correct version, at least), do not bother and are happy with their life, helping others; if we could all travel, experience and live in other cultures, wars would not exist … and a world with happy people benefits us all.
That is why I want to take the passion for travel (and for materializing dreams) to every corner of the world.