When Bruce Wayne was a young child, his parents were brutally murdered by a criminal on the streets of Gotham City. He took that experience into adulthood and it was a major part in his eventually becoming Batman. When Peter Parker was a young teenager, he was bitten by a radioactive spider and thus became Spiderman.
Superheroes all have origin stories, but so do the rest of us.
As I’ve stated in previous posts, travel is my identity. I may be many things. I may be an artist, a graphic designer, a wife, a Californian, a woman, a San Diegan, an American. Yes, I’m all of these things and more. But above and beyond, I’m a traveler. I’m a person for whom travel permeates every fiber of my being. I think about it constantly. Upcoming adventures are quite literally the fuel I need to get through life. I live for those days on the road and that feeling of freedom when I’m exploring and seeking out the new and exciting.
But how did I become a traveler? Like Spiderman and Batman, do I have an origin story too?
I would like to think so.
You see, I’ve always been a bit of a traveler. I’ve always been eager to explore and discover new things. Last time I visited my mother, she told me a story about how when I was three years old, she had me in a stroller at Disneyland. We were headed through Fantasyland when I spotted the carousel, my favorite ride at the time. Three year old me leaped out of that stroller and made a run for the carousel with reckless abandon. I wasn’t concerned about getting lost or anything. I just wanted to taste that freedom.
As a child, I used to push the boundaries of where I was allowed to explore. I always wanted to go a little farther, to discover a little more. Even if it was just to the park around the corner, I wanted that freedom to go where I wanted and do what I pleased.
Sometimes my dad would take me out for the day and ask me what I wanted to do. I loved just having him drive me around to new places. We explored almost all of southern California that way, from the beach communities to the cities to the deserts. We crossed bridges and pulled over to check out roadside curiosities and interesting new restaurants. I loved those days.
As a teenager, particularly when I started driving, there was no stopping me. I would get in my car and drive around for hours on end. I would explore neighborhoods and neighboring cities. I would discover new things all around town, and once again, pushed the boundaries of where I was allowed to go. I wanted to see it all and to miss nothing. I loved being free.
Exploration has always been my favorite activity and I’ve always wanted a taste of the new, the different, the exciting. I’m never contented doing the same things over and over or seeing the same things again and again. I always want to see something new, to experience something fresh. It’s just who I am and who I have always been.
I had traveled as a child and teenager with my family, but it was in 2005 when I first went to Europe with a school group that really solidified my insatiable desire to travel the world for the rest of my days. You see, that was the first trip I had ever taken where I had control over where I wanted to go and what I wanted to see. I was able to explore the things I wanted to explore and just wander around aimlessly for hours, down alleys and out into the countryside, with no agenda in particular other than to walk and to discover the world around me. I fell in love on that trip and I’ve never been the same again.
So that’s my origin story.
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