“I love to travel, but hate to arrive” – Albert Einstein

I actually hate traveling. The act of. I dislike going to the airport. Hate immigration and customs. I hate the takeoff. Yet, I love travel. I love arriving and being at the destination. And, I want more of it. I want to see more of the world.

I’ve been to Australia, and that flight was enough to make me not want to go back. Shameful, really. Australia is beautiful. That Ocean Road is just absolutely breathtaking. However, that trip was brutal in many ways. The seats were tiny. I couldn’t sleep. I never do. And, upon landing, we learned that another flight with peers and colleagues had been shot down. The trip was colloquially speaking – depressing. And, that usage of the phrase shortchanges the whole experience.

After that, I said I wouldn’t go that far again. However, I know myself. I know I will. It’s in my DNA. It’s a challenge. For me, it’s all about the destination, unlike Mr Einstein.