Travel

I've always liked the idea of travelling. I think the photos I see pinned on Pinterest boards, airily named 'wanderlust', always fitted with an idea I had of myself... A carefree girl with beachy long hair, who drank juices, decorated her room with bohemian throws and surfed (don't ask, I have no idea either, I'm actually a little scared of swimming...) But in reality, much like being in the middle of the ocean, travelling always scared me.

I'm a home bird. I like routine and I like feeling safe. I've never had the whole independent thing down. So although the idea always looked nice deep down I never thought I would actually end up wanting to travel. But today entirely changed my perspective.

This morning me and one of my new friends wandered into town. I've spoken before about how magical Ubud is and this is something I definitely stand by. The people, the feel, the colour, the vibrancy of the whole place; I love it.

Living in the moment is something I always try to do, but I know how easy it is to get caught up thinking of other things. I am still that person on auto-pilot, arriving somewhere and not really remembering the journey, and yet somehow I think traveling stops that. Today as I wandered around this incredible new place I felt so engrossed in the moment. Time passed but I wasn't really aware. Everything being new to me I couldn't get enough. I didn't want to be anywhere else and I felt so happy.

So when I think about travelling now it doesn't feel quite so scary. Instead it excites me. I've realised that I want to uncover new places... To spend a few weeks here and there, finding magic that I didn't know existed before. The more I think about it the more excited I get. Maybe it is time I made my own 'wanderlust' Pinterst board. Hey, I might be a surfer girl yet...