Growing up I lived near the edge of a main street that traveled through the center of south Nashville. In my small world it was the road that connected everything I knew. How we went to the grocery store, where my school was, how I got to friend’s house. Everything was relatable and referenced to it.
I remember sitting in the back seat behind my sister and mother who were inevitably having a conversion too grownup for me to participate in, and daydreaming about where that road led to. I schemed to follow it one day taking it as far as it would go. It would boggled my mind trying to fathom where that could possibly be. Years later we move to another part of town not too far from the major street that had since grown into a central artery of the city. Eventually I got a car and cruise the backroads of my neighborhoods even taking bigger trips down through Chattanooga to Altanta and Florida. I learned where the once mysterious street led to, how it centralized in the heart of downtown and eventually petered off into boroughs of northern Nashville, but the sensation of curiosity that it sparked never left me.
Despite the border line addictive traits of a traveler I think it’s incorrect to assume that travelers are insatiable and these people who shun the comfort of a home, or get bored of the familiar. For me it’s the totally opposite. In fact I’m completely sentimental about all the places I’ve seen and the people I meet along the way, in a way I’m missing them all the time.
The thing that seems to drive me to keep moving away is this silly sensation that exist when you see the crest a hill and you wonder what lies just beyond, so you go a little further until you find out or tire of the travel it took to get there. Some of the crest of you approach again and again because you fall in love with them or you still have something to learn. Sometimes you learn to love them over time even when you never expected you would.
This summer I kept my eyes on the horizon and it took me treasure trove of new places full of variety of views. I had experiences not better or more profound than in the past, just extra and added to my already colorful life. Maybe we’ll never know exactly why we go searching, but I’m almost sure it’s just to keep finding more of the best things we already have.