I’m not a morning person, sometimes it amazes me that I spent five years working at a job where I woke up at 2am. Even though I can work and function properly any time before 10am feels like a sleepy haze. Except when I travel. I’m different when I travel. I don’t become a different person, but travel changes me. I am different when I travel. Suddenly mornings when I travel are not a problem. I can wake up at 6am or 7am and feel fine.
It isn’t just that though. In my regular life I can get kind of lazy. I am addicted to sleep, some days 10 hours of sleep doesn’t seem like enough. And there are many times where I’ll come home and just watch television or just browse on the computer for hours. But when I travel I like to go out and do something. I don’t feel compelled to stay inside my hotel room and watch tv. I want to explore, meet new people.
Travelling alone is the one time I feel like I can really be myself. Where I’m not influenced, consciously or subconsciously by those around me. I can just be. I don’t purposely worry about trying to impress others, but I often find myself going along to places I wouldn’t care to on my own. This isn’t always a bad thing, because sometimes you can be surprised by going somewhere you didn’t expect.
It makes me wonder why I can’t seem to bring my travel self, with my regular self? Why is there even a difference at all? I should be able to wake up at 7am and go out and see new things. I should be able to not let everyone else around me influence my life without taking off somewhere new. Is travel an escape from the ordinary, or an embrace of the extraordinary?