The Highs and Lows of a Perpetual Traveller

In the last few years, I’ve become a ‘perpetual traveller’. Whether I realised I was going to become one or not is a different matter, but I am now pretty much a permanent tourist. The more you travel the more it opens you up to the world but I also see this ‘travel bug’ as a blessing and a curse.

Why’s it a curse? Because as every permanent backpacker knows, the longer you stay away from home and ‘normal society’, the more you realise you may never be able to go back to the world of mortgages, iphones and starbucks coffees. On returning home you switch on the television to discover there’s A-list celebrities you’ve never heard of drivelling on about who’s wearing what. Suddenly after squating over a Bali toilet on the other side of the world, these things don’t seem quite so significant.

My mother the other day told me how a friend from school I havent seen since I was about thirteen is now wining and dining magazine editors… or something along those lines. I let my mind drift off until my mother’s voice was a mere muffled sound on the telephone,  before I snapped back into focus when I heard the dreaded line “When are you going to get a real job?”

My tanning-obsessed Mum was also the one who pointed out to me when I was an infant, “Vicky, it’s a curse to be a sunworshiper. You’re constantly chasing the sun whilst everyone else is content with staying indoors and getting on with things.” I see it as a great analogy for travel too.

Many of us start travelling to figure out what we really want, and in doing so get even more confused than when we started. As you travel for longer and longer you suddenly become aware that you want a life and a purpose and a future, and that you want to build something, but there’s one thing that hinders those plans…you don’t want to stop travelling. If you’re constantly moving from place to place, is that ever possible? Picking a place to go or settle, even if it’s not your home country, that’s a tough one.

The same goes for relationships- if you’re looking to meet a partner, travel can seriously put a spanner in the works. Meeting people who are going in opposite directions, from different countries… the logistics of finding someone who’ll be around longer than a few weeks is difficult.

Perpetual travel can take its toll on the body and mind, you’re rediculously happy but exhausted at the same time. Endlessly partying, drinking, talking to new people, taking night trains, seeing and doing new things can make you feel on top of the world, but at the same time you can forget to really sit down and think about how you feel about your life.

Should we all just give up and go home? Of course not. That would give our sceptics just too much satisfaction. Plus if you go home you’ll have to pay off that dreaded student loan…

Victoria Brewood

Hi I'm Victoria, a British girl from Manchester. After graduating from university I decided there was more to life than the hours between 9 and 5, so I packed my journalism degree into my suitcase to travel the world and find a way to make money at the same time. I now call London home, although I still travel whenever I can. I hope to inspire you to be your own boss, live life and see the world.

  • Justin
    Posted at 03:43h, 14 March Reply

    During my travels, meeting someone amazing, but then losing them after a few days has been my only real low. Even with promises to keep in touch and to meet up again, you never really know if you will see them again. I agree that meeting a single person traveling alone, gong the same way is pretty rare. But hey, what can ya do?

    • victoria
      Posted at 16:55h, 14 March Reply

      Hi Justin, i’m a sucker for love, and unfortunately have found myself hurt a number of times whilst travelling. I’ve found that whilst I’m planning to keep travelling, the other person usually has plans to go home some day, and wouldn’t change their plans for someone else. That’s just my experience, but I know some people who have met on the road and are still going strong.

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