This is why I'm writing all this. Sorry about the length!
There are people who believe they have seen it all. There are those who know their home- people for whom foreign maps simply do not excite, alien civilizations do not fascinate, and the sky looks the same from every coastline, country and continent. There are people who do not feel that flash of nervous anticipation as their plane plunges below the heavy cloud cover and they catch that first, fleeting glimpse of an ocean, a mountain top, a jungle. The rush of seeing the unknown for the first, and last time, before it becomes known to you. There are people whose curiosity has been satisfied, whose sense of adventure has been mollified; people who believe they’ve seen and experienced all they need to, or even all there is, before they’ve even peaked over the horizon. They may not know what their future brings, but are content enough to set down roots and trust that in a year, ten - fifty years they will be settled snuggly in that spot with the peace of mind that stems from knowing that this is their home.
I am not one of those people.
Usually, the driving curiosity and excitement of being a child even a half hour drive outside your neighbourhood fades away over time. That rush of going on your annual trip to California with Mom, Dad, your brother Will and the cat, dissipates once you hit teenage years. Suddenly, the airports aren’t a portal to a new world, they’re just a nuisance. And white beaches, all of a sudden, aren’t as thrilling as Johnny the soccer player in Chemistry. You spend the whole time grumbling about the parties you’re missing, until, I assure you, your parents are seriously contemplating drowning you in your own virgin margarita (cause they wouldn’t buy you a real one- just another reason why you hate this place, right?).
But there’s a rare breed of teenager that will take any chance they can get to placate their driving wanderlust.
I am one of those people.
My name is Maddy Fawley- traveller, amateur photographer and wannabe journalist. At seventeen years old, I have been to 8 different countries, on 3 different continents. I have travelled with my family, with friends and on solo journeys. I have volunteered on an Elephant reserve in the jungle in Northern Thailand, strolled through the famous hallways of the Louvre and stood beneath the towering Mayan structures of Chichen Itza. I’ve sipped on pina coladas on sandy white beaches, been rushed via motorcycle to get antibiotics for a scorpion sting, and a whole lotta things in between. For someone my age, I’m a fairly veteran traveller, (though I know many others with more experience then I, I hope I don't sound presumptuous), but I haven’t seen or experience even a whisper of what I dream to. For people like me, the unknown is always calling.
In the following posts, I will attempt to jot down some of these journeys. I can’t guarantee they will all be gems, but it’s all about the memories. Sometimes I might post a thing or two from what's going even within the city limits- hey, life is a journey right?!