I really enjoy travelling because I get the opportunity to walk outside my comfort zone. Opportunity, perhaps, is not the right word. I am dumped out of my comfort zone surrounded with life boats that don’t always speak English and I don’t always know how to utilize. But it works out, I learn to adapt and the greatest thing, I have to talk and put my trust in strangers. I learn to find those kind and helpful beings who take a moment out of their lives to help a traveler. I am forever thankful. As a child I don’t think I was ever told never to talk to strangers but somewhere along the line there was instilled in me this fear of doing so. Perhaps it came from reading so many books, or maybe movies. Half of the time “stranger danger” as portrayed in these types of media are a joke, I wonder how often this then translates into a subconscious fear. At home you are in familiar territory and you can rely completely on yourself. That is not as easy to do abroad. Travelling reminds you how to ask for help.
Another perk of travelling, bonds that usually take months to form are created over a matter of days. People travel to meet people, or at least I do. When I am in my home I find it hard to have this amount of openness. I wonder if it is an American thing, this self-reliance. Or perhaps it is because everything is so mundane that rather than seeing how other people can be incorporated into our daily lives we take too much upon ourselves. Perhaps this is why so many people are always stressed. There is tension associated with trusting strangers, but also a huge sense of relief because in their eyes you are another adult who may have a question, suggestion or be in need of help. There is space there to develop who you are and what you have to share.