What have I learned from my travels?
It's the question that first pops into my head when asked to write about traveling: what have I actually learned? It's funny, it feels like I've been GO-GO-GOING so hard for so long that I haven't really stopped to think about it. In the last two years, I volunteered for 3 weeks in Sierra Leone, went to Ecuador on a business/recruitment type trip, moved to Australia, and visited Indonesia, New Zealand, the Cook Islands, Singapore, Vietnam, and the Philippines. Oh, and two trips back to the good ol' U.S.A. WHOA. It seems really crazy when I type it all out like that. My life has pretty much been one careless whim after another. So what have I gotten from all this reckless abandon?
Honestly, I don't really know. Has it shaped me as a person? It's hard to say. It's difficult to surmise who I would be if I had taken another route, and it's tough to know if I just innately seek adventure or if my traveling has made me adventurous.
I. Could. Do. Anything.