The question of whether or not I am really a traveller is something I’ve asked myself a lot. Do I really want to travel? Do I need it for my photography?
Am I really a traveller?
When I was in New Zealand this was something I asked myself a lot. After being there for a few days I couldn’t wait to get home. How sad does that sound?
There I was in one of the most beautiful places in the world and I just wanted to be home. Don’t get me wrong, it was inspiring, but as we drove around the south island all I was thinking about was what I could photograph at home.
Maybe it was something I needed, but it was kind of sad that I had to travel there to work out I love where I live and that is what I want to take photos of.
The younger years and travelling
When I was young I didn’t really travel. There was no money for it and my parents never really took us anywhere. All our money went on my father’s “hobbies”, those being his horses and alcohol. Whether that had an effect, I don’t know. Still, there was no real desire to do it.
One reason was the whole idea of sitting on a plane for such a long time. Sitting still is something I have always struggled with. I remember saying something to my grandmother about it once and she said she loved travelling on a plane. She didn’t want to sleep or miss anything. Not me.
The idea of living out of a suitcase has never really appealed either. Unpacking and packing constantly, Nah not my thing.
Even after becoming an adult the desire wasn’t there. I was earning money, but not enough to travel. Of course, I knew if I had really wanted to do it, I would have found the money. That never happened.
This was something that I had to do when my eldest daughter was a baby. We lived in Copenhagen for 7 months. It was an amazing experience. Move in and live. Being a new mum my baby and I went to lots of places while my husband worked.
Life was good in some ways, and I enjoyed the feeling of being a foreigner in another country, or as the Danes said being an Alien.
When you live somewhere you can really immerse yourself into the culture. You learn so much more than you would than if you were just visiting.
It was a great way to see another country.
Over the last few years I’ve travelled a bit. In 2015 I was in the US, then to Tasmania a couple of times and this year New Zealand.
There are many reasons why I don’t want to travel anymore. One of the major ones being the effect on the environment that travelling causes. I don’t know that I can do it and feel comfortable. Planes are bad for the environment. Not sure I want that big carbon footprint.
The reasons I had for when I was younger still exist. I don’t like sitting on planes, and hate living out of a suitcase.
Though another reason for me now is also the impact of tourism on places. Do we ever really consider the effect we have on these places. How much damage are we really doing? What is the cost of tourism?
Am I really a traveller?
Perhaps the answer to this is no. I’m not really a traveller.
That doesn’t mean I won’t travel. However, you won’t see me doing a lot of it. Another thing that my trip to New Zealand made me realise was that I really do want to see more of my own country. I’m getting sick of people coming from overseas and they see more of it than me.
Having said that, I will not be doing what a lot of others do and buy a campervan or caravan. My husband has absolutely no interest whatsoever in travelling. Even if he did, towing a caravan around the country would not be an option. He doesn’t drive and I refuse to be the one that would have to do all that. There will be none of that.
What about you? Are you a traveller? If yes, what do you like about it? If not, what are your reasons?