Travelling is a privilege, a luxury and not a necessity. And for many people it’s merely just a dream-state that we enter when we lay our heads down at night.
Not everyone is able to travel. Some people are physically unable to, others may suffer from mental health issues which stop them from doing so and a lot of people just don’t have the money for it, and travelling does cost A LOT of money however much we try to tell ourselves it doesn’t. Factors like race, sexuality and gender can also play a huge part as to why some people can’t or are too afraid venture outside of their home, city or country – even if it’s for a short amount of time.
There a so many bloggers (myself included), vloggers and general people that preach about how incredible seeing the world is, how everyone should ‘just go’, ‘be free’, book a one way ticket and quit their job, explore, hike and swim in the deepest and bluest sea on the other side of the globe. This is great for someone who is able, and in need of that last push of encouragement. However, it’s so easy to get sucked into the glamorisation of travelling with all these carefully curated Instagram accounts and the dreamy GoPro footage UNILAD Adventure share every day. Sometimes we need to take a step back, remove our head from the clouds and acknowledge that it’s equally important to talk about how for a lot of people travelling just isn’t a reality.
Actually, for some, getting on a plane and going on a local holiday is a huge deal. I know loads of people who have never been abroad or even own a passport – this doesn’t mean that they’re ignorant, nor is it right to travel shame them.
I’ve never been on a proper ‘holiday’ with my parents. When I was growing up, we could only afford to go away once a year and the only option would be going back home to Belgrade. In all honesty, my mum and dad yearend so much for their home because they left at such a young age that going anywhere but there didn’t interest them. I felt restless, jealous and annoyed throughout my teen years and when I began university and started to meet people from all over the world it made my state of mind a whole lot worse regarding what I had and hadn’t experienced in my life so far. I started to explore a few different cities around Europe and saw my first palm tree, white sands and blue skies on a girls getaway in Spain.
Now I’m older and some what wiser…(well maybe not that wise to be honest) I realise that I HAVE been lucky and I’m grateful that my anxiety doesn’t stop me from catching a 10 hour flight to the other side of the globe on my own, that my body is able to climb and hike and swing through trees and that I have a job which allows me to save money to fulfil my dreams.