Traveling is Addictive

The temple at Doi Suthep outside Chiang Mai

I’m ready to admit that I’m addicted to traveling. It’s a very pleasant addiction and if handled correctly enriches your life rather than having the hallmark of most addictions – life destruction.

I realized how much traveling had me in its hold a couple of weeks ago. At this point, I cannot fathom staying in one place more than a couple of months. I literally get itchy.

However, I’ve also found that because I don’t have any time restrictions, except to get back in the US in time for my mother’s 85th birthday, I can stay where I’m comfortable as long as I like. Hence, I’ve now been in Granada for two weeks.

There’s a wonderful scene in the film Under the Tuscan Sun in which Diane Lane’s character wants to buy a dilapidated Italian villa and the old lady won’t sell it without a sign from God. Just as Lane is about to leave, a pigeon takes a dump on her head, an obvious sign from the Almighty, and the signora finally sells the house to her.

Lane having a personal wine party at her new home

Why do I refer to this scene? Because I had my own “segno di Dio” yesterday, which prompted me to move out of my comfortable hostel here in Granada and on to Leon next week. What was that sign? Fumigation.

As odd as it sounds, when I was forced to find somewhere to hang out for a couple of hours the bond to this hostel suddenly snapped. And that’s how capricious my traveling is. I am able to go when I feel like it and I’ve never felt so free.

That is part of the addiction and the other part is constant change. I know I’m different than most in this regard, but I have always loved change. I’m easily bored and it keeps me from feeling static but I also find that every change of location or situation teaches me something and I love learning.

As close to perfect as it gets for me.

While long-term travel seldom renders “perfect” moments as we’ve come to expect them in the States – without flaw, completely gorgeous and always rejuvenating – it offers so many wonderful surprises, amazing vistas, engaging conversations and a nearly constant stream of situations one wouldn’t find by staying at home. This is especially true in international travel.

And to top it all off, if I’m careful I can exist in this lifestyle within the budget of my Social Security check. My outside earnings with freelance work allows me a few luxuries.

I’m hooked.

Author: Kathy Lynn Hall

I've embarked on the lifestyle of vagabond as a solitary woman and I'm excited about sharing my experiences with you.

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