by Lis of GlassasDiamonds.com
I’m an outlier in the ‘travel bloggers’ group, an expat as opposed to a pure traveller. I used to travel for work, for family since we span two continents and for the deep adventure of it but now, most of my travel is about maintaining relationships. It’s home for births and weddings and major birthdays or to a spot in the middle of all of us (Hong Kong, Hawaii), chosen not so much for the experience of going there as for the chance to physically be in the same place as a loved one, even if only for a few days.
It’s odd because, and I know I sound like a Grade A arse saying this, last year, it didn’t feel like I’d “travelled” at all. In reality, I travelled home three times. Home is Australia so that means that last year, I travelled three “trips of someone’s lifetime” . Unfortunately, it was for three different weddings and the one I was most looking forward too was when we thought we were being evicted. Three days in transit for four days in Sydney spent mostly on the phone to Mumbai real estate agents is not fun travel but I’ve found that as an expat, unless you want to completely unmoor yourself from life at home, a lot of your travel isn’t really at times or to places of your choosing.
This year, I’m making an effort to do a little more just for me (and I’m hoping no one else springs a surprise wedding on me). I managed to spend a spectacular week at the Jaipur LitFest, just for me and I’m scouring cheap websites to see if I can pull off a reunion of Shanghai peeps in HK or if I can manage to get to London, Paris or Greece any time soon.
If I’m being soppy, I suppose I could just say; whether adventure, friends, family or myself, I travel for love.