Travel writer E. Readicker-Henderson asks an
interesting question on his blog:
Where does the bend come that separates those who travel from those who don’t?
I’ve definetly thought about this, because I find myself just as intrigued about getting from A to B
(riding Greyhound for example) than I am about going an
actual trip or vacation to a specific destination. We all travel every single day — from the bed to the bathroom, from
the house to the office, from our town to the next. Those are trips too, although not specifically “an excursion or
journey for pleasure” as “trip” is defined in the Oxford dictionary.
In his post, Ed Readicker-Henderson shares his earliest memory of being on a trip — riding in a car. I started
thinking of my earliest memories to “someplace else” — I recall being at the top of the Washington Monument at a young
age, but only because I’ve seen photos of me standing there.
Whether daily trip, functional transport, or travel for work/pleasure, we are all moving all the time, and have been
since birth. We all share that in common, whether we consider ourselves travelers or not. Interesting stuff to think
about, especially if you are a wanderlust nut like me.
[photo from hugsrgood on flickr]