Why do you travel?
Inspired by this beautiful prose piece by Terry Tempest Williams, I give you some of my many reasons.
I travel to meet people who think and act completely differently than I do.
I travel to ride buses with sweaty locals and strike up conversations about how the buses are so stuffy and where the best place is to get a sandwich.
I travel to tell people about my family and learn about theirs.
I travel to meet people who have different presuppositions and worldviews and solutions for the world.
I travel to shake up my ideas and be sure that I still believe what I believe.
I travel to see the sunrise on the Grand Canyon and the kitchen sink of a farmhouse.
I travel to see the wonders of engineering and marvels of nature.
I travel to see the Church in different cultures, languages, and styles.
I travel to learn about war and pollution and clear-cutting and disaster.
I travel to learn about beauty and rebuilding and creativity and love.
I travel to see that adoring “Oh, you’re a tourist!” smile on other people’s faces.
I travel to see how people change the world, and how they don’t.
I travel to be part of stories, and to pass those stories on to others.
I travel to learn about farming, crocheting, hiking, goat-milking, tutoring, babysitting, city exploring, mosaic-making, off-the-cuff cooking and everything in between.
I travel to appreciate other places, and to appreciate my home city more.
I travel to be horrified and delighted by other worldviews.
I travel to give a picture of the world to people who will never travel when I’ve been.
I travel as an act of love.
I travel to be part of the world.
I travel because I want to explore this amazing place we call earth.
I travel to come home.
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