They say the more you see of the world, the more you realize how much you haven’t seen. That’s true enough, I guess.
For me, it’s not so much the places to see – it’s the people to meet. The more I see of the world, the more I realize how many people I haven’t met.
But it gets worse than that.
I have friends in Florida, Texas, California, and New York. Friends live in Toronto, Bangkok, Jeddah, Perth, Pune, and Beijing. I think I know someone living on every continent except Antarctica right now.
I really enjoy this feeling, like the world isn’t so foreign anymore, like there’re friendships everywhere. It also means, though, that I want to visit all of them to see them in their, ahem, natural habitats.
The more I travel, the more friends I make. And each new friend provides another reason to travel, to hang out with each of them, to share their experiences with them.
