What is traveling?

What is traveling? What’s the purpose of traveling?

Since I was a child I’ve always wanted to travel, no matter where, just as much as possible. Unfortunately, my parents never took me anywhere, therefore my first trip was only at the age of 17 with a school project and afterwards when I moved out of my home and my country and started studying in London.

It has been 4 years now, me working alongside my studies, so I could afford to travel as much as possible. I’ve done a university exchange abroad to California for one year, I travelled around some of the US states, after I went to Central America. I did Erasmus+ projects just to travel and managed to basically have a ticket booked for every month for the past 2 years, therefore I’ve been to quite some places in Europe.

This summer I’ve spent 3 months only traveling, not having home, just moving from place to place around the South Europe with my backpack. And you know, somewhere there I lost the purpose. I started wondering what’s so amazing about it, why did I want it so badly. All the cities and places I went started looking more or less the same, I realized that everywhere I go I just do the same things: walk around, pop up in some museums, get some food.

It actually makes me so sad now, because I thought it was the biggest passion of my life, but I really lost my excitement. Overall, I do believe that if you do something too much, you can stop appreciating it. Because now, I’ve settled in London for a bit, and I can’t wait to travel again. The world is so big and there are so many places I want to go. I feel the calling to go, but I’m afraid that I’ll end up disappointed again.

Does anybody else feel like that? Or what do you think is the purpose of traveling?