I Love You, But I Must Go

“And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really die.” –Pico Lyer

I love you but I cannot take you with me. So often I am begged to head up a trip with friends or loved ones, and while I love spending time with you, I cannot. I am a solo traveler, that is one of the many ways I chose to define myself, and as the word suggests I have mastered the ‘solo’ part. I am comfortable with my own company, and I am happy being able to temporarily create a new identity if I so chose to. These trips are not about the sights or attractions; they are about finding more about who I am, and what I can bring to this world.

I will not take you on my trips; however I will vacation with you. And while some of you may think those two are synonymous, to me they are not. A trip is a journey of discovery that one (or more) takes. A vacation is the act of traveling which is seen as recreational or relaxing. I will admit that sometimes I just want a vacation to do nothing; I do not want to fantasize about what I will write on lonely nights such as tonight. I merely want to sip a margarita and relax.

I hope this clears the muddy waters that have been brought up within the past year.

So, please do not take offense when I say this: I love you, but I must go alone.


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