“If I was to sail the world I’d travel light and leave the rest behind. All I’d take is a backpack full of stamps to write home and wearing pants with a deep enough pocket to hold my one way ticket. My pen and paper would be the only lens I’d need to see the world and that seems fitting–it is on paper, after all, that I first saw the world, stuffed between two covers and bound together with string.” – Tia Alliece | Tia AllieceThe realities of travel are wonderful. They are so much stranger and harder than you than you can imagine before breaking away, but in the end, they are also so much better than you imagine. The things you can take away from travelling, whether solo or with someone else, can’t always be put into words. Of course there is always the memory of fantastic places, but the feelings and experiences that it engrains into you are something else. Still, in practice, travel is rough and sometimes harsh. You make it up as you go along. So often things don’t work out as you plan. You miss something scheduled or something you look forward to is closed down. An accident happens to someone you care about or to yourself. Rainstorms and shitty guesthouses and food poisoning. It’s all a part of the package. All this seems to fall under Seneca’s famous quote, “What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.” You sure as hell don’t think it’s sweet at the time it’s happening to you. Sure, you might be able to must a sarcastic grin of the pure ridiculousness of what you’re going through, and ask yourself is any of this really worth it? In my experience, it has always been worth it. For those moments you finally arrive where you you hope for, or better yet, find something amazing and unexpected along the way. And then on the other is the dream. Not looking back and appreciating what you endured, but looking forward in hopefulness in what you might. This week’s Weekly Reblog touches on this dream perfectly. Tia, the author, and coincidentally fellow MIchigander, poetically romanticizes all the hardships inherent in travel and seems to brush them away with such a hopeful optimism that the hardly seem like hardships at all.