Rejser: En personlig refleksion over generthed og vækst

For many people I think it is a very valuable option. Using it to escape the gray, cold and usual day or just to learn and/or experience. For some it’s their whole life to see new things, experience more thrilling things than the last time. It is as well a matter of priority. Some would rather want a new plasma screen than a trip with the family to some random location. As a child, my parents spent extreme amounts of money on travelling to different countries with me and my little brother, as they felt it was important for us to witness different cultures, poor as wealthy. I’ve been from the narrow dirty streets in Bangkok to the beautiful parks in the states. I’ve seen people without anything and people with everything and it can be tough sometimes to observe the vast diversity between some people.

And my parents were correct – I did learn a whole lot about cultures, and it helped me in school as it helped my sense of moral. And yet… I am a guy of safe environments. I actually don’t like to travel nor experience new things, challenge myself or be different. I am shy, and I have always been shy. I guess it has something to do with my parents always being there to grab me whenever I fell and them always being around resulting in me not learning completely to stand on my own – even wanting to stand on my own. Because I knew it was easier to just stay in my safe place: At home. I need my usual surroundings to feel safe and feel like I am able to overcome something. That is why, I should’ve put my hand up the other day when we talked about the anticipation and excitement there is when approaching new events such as travelling. I should’ve said that whenever I am to face an obstacle which requires of me to be extrovert I get terrified. A fine example of this was the time before I was supposed to go on the EF Language Travel-program last summer. I was almost sick the days before of worry. I didn’t want to go there, I would much rather like to go do my usual things which was being with my family or my friends. When I did finally get there I learned that it wasn’t much a deal actually, the 3 weeks flew away and back home I was again – although I didn’t “learn my lesson”. I was proud of myself, yes, but if I would’ve liked to do it again? Possibly not, I would once again expect the worst.