The curse of the “comfort zone”

I travel cause I love it.

Always liked it but a while back, like 1 year ago ish, I`ve been asked why I travel. If it was cause I liked it, cause I wanted it or maybe cause I was running away and honestly I was kinda scared.
Fairly young and like a proper young metalhead I never really talked with my family, just the essential, never really felt comfortable with my family and my dream has always been to move to London for a little bit and so I did.
Loved it but then I met this person and she got me thinking a lot, did I really loved travelling and going places or was I just escaping, running away from my family and the “difficulties” of stayin home?

I needed to know, I needed to find the truth.

Honestly wasn`t really sure so when the time to return home I was worried cause for real I`ve never been the talkative or easy going guy. At first was hard, it took time but I was already organizing the next one month trip so it got easier.

During the trip I thought, A LOT! and I slowly reached a conclusion. I`m not running from anything, I`m not the classical 22 years old that inspires security/maturity to the family so there`s a lot of “fighting” with my mum and it`s fine like this, we still love each other anyway and always will.
On the other side travelling is priceless, the feeling of going out from an airport is too good to give that up. Personally I found that I like myself way more when I`m on the move, both moving or abroad. I finally like myself but when I`m out of my comfort zone, when I have to put effort in meeting people and living I become a way nicer person.
Gotta be honest, it takes a little bit to “get used” to it but hey baby, I`m super stubborn and when I make up my mind there is no changing, keep going and going.
I`m not running from anything, there`s no point in that, I travel cause is nice, cause the world is too vast and filled with awesome people.
I`m travelling cause everytime I get back I feel richer inside, I could totally stay home all my life and get a stable life, I just find the idea really disturbing and dumb!

Just travel for the sake of travelling.

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