Why We Travel And Why We Don’t

September 5th 2014

I do a lot of odd things.

This definitely being one of them.

“We need you to research absurdly amazing places, Olive. And we need you to do it now.”

Yes, master.

Yes, master.

 

 

My boss was standing at my desk

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And telling me exactly this.

I’m a full-time fashion writer in New York City you see, and with this title, I am often beckoned to name new collections, beauty shades and products lines with brand new

…names.

I will just give me a damn minute.

I will bitch just give me a damn second.

 

Ones that are great.

 And excellent.

And exceptionally unique.

Precisely.

Precisely.

 

 And with a new season of collections, shades and products rolling full steam ahead >>>>>

I was asked to perform this professional request with this season’s inspiration of “the most luxurious destinations on earth” where I recruited names such as “Bonifacio” “Salamanca” and “Saint Floret”.

That would be just perfect.

But.

With these names.

Came pictures.

And with these pictures.

There was me.

Sitting in my office.

Gray floors.

Gray walls.

S y m m e t r i c a l desk.

Fluorescent lighting.

Pin drop silence.

With a desktop screen that was bursting with color and a multitude of majestic places that I had never been to at all.

Places like:

Cinque Terre, Rio Maggiore, Italy

Basic.

Basic.

 

 

Galapagos Islands, South America

Hideous.

Hideous.

 

Glowworm Cave, New Zealand

Horrible.

Horrible.

 

Sea Cliffs, Etrat, France

The worst.

The worst.

 

The Swing At The End Of The World In Baños Ecuador

Looks like no fun at all.

Looks like no fun at all.

Hitachi Seaside Park in Ibaraki, Japan

Dumb.

Terrible to look at.

 

Cappadocia, Turkey

Nothing interesting here.

Nothing interesting here.

 

 

Whitehaven Beach, Australia

Boring.

Not interested.

 

Tunnel Of Love, Ukraine

Not unique at all.

Typical.

 

Devil’s Pool, Zambia

I'd never go.

I’d never go.

 

 And to top it all off.

Burano, Italy

So bland.

So bland.

 

 

 And as I sat there and clicked from picture >> to >>picture.

Doing my research. And jotting down names.

I couldn’t help but feel a little strange. And a little curious. And also a little stressed.

Because I wondered.

Was I missing out? Wasting time? Not taking full advantage of every great place that exists on planet earth?

My bad.

My bad.

 

And then I thought a lot about this thing called travel.

And then I thought about it again.

How we like to do it.

And sometimes we don’t.

Maybe because of money. Vacation days. Or other logistical things.

But we book vacations. And purchase flights. Just to get away for a while. Escape from our norm. Re-energize. Discover something. And other things like that.

But also.

We stay stationary for equally as important things.

Like.

Building friendships. Careers. Stability. And defining our own definition of a place we call “home”.

And I thought about that as I sat there.

Sitting in my office.

Gray floors.

Gray walls.

S y m m e t r i c a l desk.

Fluorescent lighting.

Pin drop silence.

With a desktop screen that was bursting with color and a multitude of majestic places that I had never been to at all.

About how overwhelmed I got when I’d read articles titled,

“100 PLACES YOU MUST SEE BEFORE YOU DIE”

 Or seeing friends on social media post pictures of more places and more places and more places and more.

And how it made me feel like I was missing out. Wasting time. And not discovering the most amazing places on earth.

But then realizing.

  Maybe we’re all doing it kind of right.

Balancing out adventure                 while              investing in the fundamentals.

Meeting new people                while                    taking care of the old.

Uploading pics of envy-inducing places  while     posting great ones in our hometown too.

Giving ourselves a getaway. But anchoring ourselves with close relationships, a great apartment and a consistent place to call home.

And coming back so we can exhaust ourselves on our favorite norms and responsibilities.

So it feels damn good to go away.

It’s an excellent balancing act to savor your sanity.

To appreciate new things while coveting the old.

To never miss out. Not waste time. And discover the best places on earth. Whether that’s on beach rife with powdered sand, or on a couch with your best damn friends.

And to that I say.

Safe travels.

On all your great adventures. Whether that’s halfway across the world or halfway down the street.

Knowing you, it’ll be the perfect use of time.