How the Travel Bug Took Over My Life
I quit a job that I adored. I am getting rid of all my possessions. I am getting on the plane to Greece with no idea if or when I will return to California. In this moment I am fine with that.
Brandy Bell loves adventuring around the world. She's been a solo female traveler since 2006 and has visited over 25 countries, made countless international friends, and now writes to inspire you to travel in a sustainable and responsible way.
I quit a job that I adored. I am getting rid of all my possessions. I am getting on the plane to Greece with no idea if or when I will return to California. In this moment I am fine with that.
Though I have been using twitter under the name @donatifamily for over a year, I am new to @livevicuriously and new to the travel community of twitter. Everyone has been so welcoming, helpful, and inspirational. A huge thank you to many twitter friends who have made the planning, preparation, and launching of this trip a true delight!
I will have no car. I will have no job. I will have NO HOME. Homeless. I am aspiring to be homeless- let’s make sure we’re all clear on this point. I will have no safety net.
Can you sacrifice a latte or two to save a person’s life? Donate now, or lose sleep tonight- the choice is yours.
Travel has made me kinder, more understanding of others, it has taught me there IS a bigger picture, it has taught me that I don’t know as much as I thought I did. It has also shown me things I never wanted to see. Starving, barefoot, dirty children with weapons trying to make a living at 7 or 8 years old.
I want to tell my children about the time I was couchsurfing in Seychelles, attacked by a monkey in Nicaragua*, and toured an underground city in Turkey. I want those stories to enrich, surround and drive my life. I want to be the polished person that comes out of those experiences, and the compassion and knowledge that comes with having seen humans in so many environments and climates.
Imagine no television, no multiple pairs of shoes, no walk in closet chock full of clothing, no pretty paintings, none of it. Terrifying, isn’t it? Who are we without our things by our side? Who am I without my walls plastered with family photos, carpets under my feet, shiny, pretty things that I love?
Friends, you all have your own dreams and paths you have to follow. I wish for each of you to feel as certain of your way and the burning desire to wake up and start tomorrow as you lay in bed that I feel.