YWTT: Foreign Travel Opened My Mind
This post is part of the You Write the Title series – title submitted by Peter.
The first time I ever got on a plane was September 2, 1999. I was 21, reeling from my parents’ acrimonious divorce and a breakup that hadn’t gone well. Most of my friends were away and I was commuting to college, feeling like I was simply marking time. I had no idea what I was in for, going for a semester abroad, but I knew it had to be better than what I was leaving.
For more on that trip, see A Decade.
Anyway, that’s to explain why international travel hit me as hard as it did. I needed to get away. I needed something new. I needed to be knocked sideways by how little I knew of the world and how very much of the world there was. I got all that, and immediately fell in love with it forever.
You are a tiny, tiny person in this big, big world. There are billions and billions of other tiny, tiny people. Most of them are very different to you in a lot of very surprising ways. And most of them are very much the same as you too.
That sounds so simple, and it is, but learning and seeing and living the practicalities of it never gets over feeling surprising. Thank God.
I miss it. I need it back in my life.
If you’re keeping track, here are the YWTT archives:
You Write the Title IV:
- Now That’s Sexy
- Shut Up / Hot Chicks With Douchebags
- In Praise of Ostriches
- Why Exactly British TV Is So Damn Good
- Kicking Cancer’s Ass
- I’ve Had a Crush and Didn’t Know It
You Write the Title III:
- The Audacity of Mustaches
- Why Hot Women Should Date Jeff Hoyak
- If I Were a Billionaire
- If I Had My Very Own Unicorn
- The Tao of Henry
- Milk, Elmo and Mommy: The Complex Life of an 18-Month Old
- Shakespeare and Auto Repair
You Write the Title I and II:
- World’s Greatest
- Life as a Black Belt
- If There’s One Thing I’ve Learned
- Are You Experienced?
- I Love Trevor Bratton So Much
- Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway
- How I Hit the Jackpot