Spoiler: It’s money to travel.
I already have created these particular trips in my mind; I have picked the place and the people and I am so ready to go, anticipation is tingling at my fingertips – I just have to make the money first.
There are, of course, other things I save my money for – new clothes and a tattoo I really, really want. Uni costs and bus costs and flat costs and those small impromptu things; trips away or concert tickets or a fancy dinner out. To be honest I am notoriously bad at saving money – mainly because I think that there is so much value in saying yes to things you want to do. In ten years I will (hopefully) not remember how shit it is to live a few weeks with $7 in your bank account – but I will remember how much I loved to dance and how wild and hilarious and fun it was to scream out the lyrics at a concert with my best friends.
So I bought the concert tickets (little mix!!!) and I have $7 in my account until I get paid but I am happy! And I think that’s what matters the most.
But saving for these trips is different – as in literally the money is in a whole different account – once I put it in, I can’t take it back out. Which sometimes is ridiculous because I often like to halve all my money equally and use half for living costs and the other for that account which is just not sustainable when you have to pay your power bill – but it’s worth it because I want these trips so much. More than I want the concert tickets or the clothes or the tattoo.
I am not the biggest traveller but some places, for reasons I genuinely can’t explain, have my heart. And I want to go so badly, I just have to go, I have to.
Morocco is a country that I can never get out of my mind. Its hugeness, it’s heat, it’s cities and villages built to survive in the most outrageous and outstanding landscape. It appears to be a place that forces you to live the moment.
(photos all stunning and from this source)
I know that travel is different from experiencing the realities of people who actually live in these countries– I want to acknowledge that I know that – I know that there is so much war and dysfunction and just fucked up things in the world – but as a traveller, and a person and just me – I still want to experience this place so badly.
The colour and the heat and the spice and the gold and blue and dust and the dry.
Even if what I expect and what it is isn’t the same – it is the place I want to see more than any other.
I would also love to see a lot of Africa. I think it is one of the most wild and dangerous and beautiful landscapes. I am from New Zealand, which is not even important enough to be in a continent, and although it is beautiful here it is worlds away from Africa’s landscape.
Also I am a bio nerd and we all originated from that part of the world and fuck I love that! I love that so much. I want to go there and know that I’ve been there. I want to see animals, which I find so weird and amazing, in the wild. I can’t comprehend Africa. Everything about the whole continent seems unbelievable, impossible to imagine.The thought that I could be there, seeing it, living it and just a moment being a part of it? A dream.
2) USA: There are a lot of places I would love to visit and stay in the USA.
(Hawaii photo source)
The particular holiday I am saving for however is Hawaii. For the blue and the jungle and volcanoes and the absolute mishmash of cultures and communities and colour and holy shit it looks insane. It is the american dream mixed with rich cultural history and I think it would be incredible to explore.
Similar to Morocco, I feel like it’s the kind of place you fall into and just have to experience. You can stand outside and look around at how wild and different your surroundings are and you’ll have no choice except to be a part of every single moment.
That is the kind of travel I like. When you are in a landscape so amazing and terrifying and beautiful that you are always present and, although this sounds weird, always aware of how alive you are.
3) Spain: The colour and the heat and spirit and the music. It is so special to have a country that is known for liveliness and dance and spice and ocean. Of course I want to go to a country that is known for those things.
I want to eat and drink and talk. Spain, more so than the other two is a place that I am drawn to for what has been built rather than the natural landscape – not that their landscape doesn’t look incredible –
I just think everything I know about the people and the culture is what really inspires me to want to travel and see it for myself. It looks like a place where you can go and just be so incredibly happy and relaxed and just settle down for a bit and enjoy life.
The mix of ocean and heat and landscape. The feeling that there is no place quite like it and also no place that I would rather be. I would love to be there.
And that’s it! My Christmas Wishlist and I guess my Christmas wish. To one day be in one of these too good, insane and beautiful places. Places that make you so grateful to be alive and to be there and to be you.
Everyone who is travelling this season – I am so proud of you. I hope it is incredible and everything you wished it to be. Also to everyone who takes photos for National Geographic – you are incredible and thanks for the inspiration.
Sorry its past midnight again – it was an exhausting morning and an unexpectedly turbulent night. Tomorrow I have the day off so I will try throw something not just written hectically at 12am together for ya. Big love! And happy one week of posts! Xxx