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Thoughts on Travel

This article was first published in the summer edition of ‘At The End Of The Day’, my organization’s in-house magazine.

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Budapest, Hungary

In the late 18th Century, a Frenchman by the name of Xavier de Maistre pioneered what became known as ‘room travel’. Instead of packing up sixteen trunks, commandeering two stewards and journeying on trains and sailing vessels to new worlds, de Maistre donned his blue and pink pajamas and set about exploring his room.

In ‘Journey Around My Bedroom’, he participated in grand old adventures, starting with his couch. What we glean from his writings is that while we all can’t be brave explorers like Cook and Magellan, we can all look at our own surroundings with a different eye, taking the time to notice what we have already seen. It’s less about where in the world we are heading as the mindset with which we travel. It’s an interesting way to look at travel, particularly as many of us take a vacation this time of year.

Koh Phi Phi, Thailand.

There is no one-solution-fits-all when it comes to the traveling mindset: the need for independence and freedom; to relax and recharge; to break the habits and lethargy that occur when things are familiar and routine. I find travel recharges my spirit of curiosity and provides me with freedom and independence.

I like the person I am when I travel. I’m open to new experiences, more tolerant of hiccups, and take the time to enjoy all the little nuances of a new place or a new culture.

Identity
There are a plethora of websites and books telling you where to travel, but not telling you how or why to travel.

Why we travel is different for all of us, but it contributes in some way to our personal identity. In his book, ‘The Art of Travel’, the Swiss philosopher and writer Alain de Botton believes we spend our lives searching for happiness and travel reveals to us what life is or could be outside the constraints of survival. By traveling to new places and experiencing the foreign, we gain a greater understanding of our true sense of self and also what resonates with us.

Croke Park, Dublin, Ireland.

Health
Travel can also be beneficial for you in other ways, particularly for your mental and physical wellbeing. In the latter half of the 18th Century, there was a belief returning periodically to countryside would restore your health and recharge your soul. This is still a widely accepted belief. Many health retreats are located outside of the hustle and bustle of the city, as a retreat for your body and mind, and as a way to reconnect with nature.

Another reason to travel is to provide sources of inspiration and gravitas that something that at once humbles and inspires you. It could be the exuberant feeling of standing on the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland, looking up at the great pyramids of Giza, or watching the mighty Mekong River rush by. It’s significant and I enjoy experiences that remind me or how small I really am, things that provide some weight and perspective to my life.

Somewhere over continental Europe

One of my favorite places to visit that renews me and reaffirms my love for travel is right here in the Bay Area. I adore airports: the hustle and bustle of airliners, passengers, cargo and support services. At any time of day, you can board a plane to take you anywhere in the world. It’s a lovely thought.

But you don’t always have to travel to exotic, faraway lands in search of adventure. Sometimes a different mindset and a new skill such as wordpainting or sketching, can help us to see the beauty in the familiar. Start by looking around a familiar place as though you’ve never been there before. Stretch your imagination. You will be surprised what you encounter in your own environment, just like de Maistre did in his PJs.

Temple Bar, Dublin, Ireland

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Why do you love to travel?

Dream house

I’ve found my dream house.
It was featured in one of issues of my beloved (and sadly, now defunct) ReadyMade a while back, and also in the Small Cool competition on Apartment Therapy. Imagine living there in winter, surrounded by fresh, white snow and naked trees…beautiful!

Beautiful Bethlehem, New Hampshire[Source: Apartment Therapy]

Where’s your dream house?

The Ship Song Project

The Sydney Opera House remains one of my favourite, most inspiring places to be in the world.

A Heartfelt Congratulations is in Order

This week, I heard some most fabulous news:
Craig and Jas are getting married!

HURRAH!

The happy couple in Napa.

I am so unbelievably happy for them, and really appreciated the fact that Craig took the extra five minutes to share the happy news with me personally. That was really special. There’s only been eight weeks of my life when he wasn’t in it, the height difference has evened out (I think now he even wins by a few centimetres), and he’s someone I miss heaps living so far away.  It was just a wonderful piece of news, and certainly more inspiring than murders, arraignments and burning bodies that I spent the rest of the day dealing with.

I have not yet heard all the impressive details of the question-popping, but I can tell you it involved my favourite country on earth, New Zealand, and jumping from great heights.

Craig and me: hot Aussie summers playing in our Wall Avenue backyard. The height difference has been corrected, but I'm sure he can still pull off a kimono better than any.

So to Craig:
I have so many great memories of growing up with you, and it’s times like these I want to be there with you to give you a big ol’ hug, and do our own interpretation of “Friday Night Drinkies” to celebrate. You were the first person I told about James, and we were the last stop on your Summer Camp before you told me Jas sashayed romantically into your life.

I adore both of you. You’ve picked a total winner in Jas, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. That, and the biggest box of dress ups we can find.

A new camera

Over the past fortnight, my family came to visit us in our little box in the sky. In that time, I only took one photo of them, and it was taken on my iPhone. But it’s just not the same as having a camera.

So the time has come for me to purchase my first digital SLR. And I’m pretty excited but it’s a big commitment for a girl who is rather clumsy. Looking back on it, it’s disappointing I didn’t arrive at this conclusion earlier, in time to capture some of the fun we had in San Francisco. But what can you do?

For me, I feel that rather than missing out on seeing the beauty or the wonder of a space because I’m too busy taking photos, I actually seem to appreciate things more when I have a camera in my hand. I see all the little bits and pieces that I would have otherwise overlooked, the little moments in time. And these photo trigger memories, smells, and feelings for me when I revisit them, for my memory has always needed a little coaxing.

The key features I’m looking for in a new DSLR are:

  • ease of use
  • price
  • battery life
  • weight and
  • the feel of the camera in my hand.

Nikon 3100: reasonably priced, and a good fit for my hand.

[Source: Engadget]

So, I have decided, after much research, that the Nikon 3100 is the best camera for me.

What DSLR do you have and what do you like about it? Would love to hear your thoughts!

I want to believe.

I’ve been reading a lot lately (lots of Alain de Botton and Her Holiness Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi) and thinking more comprehensively, discerning more comprehensively, yet I don’t feel any closer in finding what it is I seek.

“We can conclude …that we are drawn to call something beautiful whenever we detect that it contains in a concentrated form those qualities in which we personally, or our societies more generally, are deficient. We respect a style which can move us away from what we fear and towards what we crave: a style which carries the correct dosage of our missing virtues.”

— Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness

I’m at an interesting point of my life. I desire simplicity, freedom, adventure, beauty, awareness, zest for life and an open heart. These are all qualities I feel I am lacking, and as de Botton says, these are things I am drawn to other aspects of my life such as art, artefacts and architecture.

The reality is that I just don’t believe… in anything.

I used to believe in lots, I used to care about things. I used to have a social conscience and care about tanks dismembering student demonstrators, about animals caught in oil spills, about the girls around the world sold into slavery against their will. I used to be passionate about things, stuff.

But now… I don’t believe in much at all. And besides being boring, there’s a real void. I lack the patience, empathy, time. I have the attention span of a gnat. And I find myself travelling in my mind back to places I’ve been that seem more simple, more honest and in tune to the machinations of human interaction. I seek happiness, bliss… but is happiness something we can never attain, only obvious to us in retrospect? Have I closed myself off to experiencing or enjoying anything in response to being around death and heartbreak at work each day?

I want to believe...

I remember being in Kindergarten and having to colour-in the Scripture Book, and I didn’t feel anything. Nothing. Throughout school, I just faked it: I sang the songs at Chapel, I did the homework assignments for Christian Studies and rather enjoyed drifting “off with the fairies” as soon as I had to sit through a sermon (or whatever it was called).

In Year 11, my parents were called in to see the Chaplain to discuss why I received 2/100 on my Christian Studies exam. I told the truth: I didn’t answer in the affirmative because I didn’t believe, but I cited the references appropriate to back up my stance. Wasn’t that what they were after – me reading and forming my own conclusions? Er, no.

But an upside of the religious education I received was a half-arsed ability to answer bible questions on Jeopardy… so it all evens out.

So it put this question out there: what do you believe in?
What makes your life worth living?
Have you ever thought you could pack it all in and move to an ashram in India or baptised as Amish, forgoing all of the technological gadgets you ‘need’?