“If you discovered a closet into Narnia, would you go inside or turn around and leave?”
Growing up, I often erred on the side of safety. Born into a conservative household, I was taught to use my head, rather than my heart.
Today, that is still true. I overanalyze decisions to the point of paralysis and my stomach churns at the idea of spontaneity, and the unpredictability that comes with it.
But travel has opened my mind.
I feel like a person who’s been stuck in a paper house, who one day thought to reach out and touch the wall, only to have it fall down. The other three sides slowly unfurled, with the world unravelling beyond.
It’s an addicting feeling, to be constantly thrown in a state of uncertainty. To not know where you’re going or who you’re going to meet but somehow still sure that you’re heading somewhere right. It’s a constant state of re-adapatation, of re-defining what you think you know about the world.
Growing up, I would have erred on the side of caution.
But now, I know the door might not always be open. Mr. Tumnus might not always be waiting on the other side. The snow might melt and the magic of the icy woodlands might fade, forever.
I know there will be something pulling me towards the door, and I will step into it.
In this little corner of the internet, I hope to capture the feeling of stepping into another world. I want to travel to new places, and I hope you will travel with me.