with the world.
7.5 billion people on this beautiful planet. Can you even fathom knowing that many souls? Maybe you wouldn’t want to know everyone on Earth, but I do. Yes, I’m aware that may sound a bit crazy, but hear me out.
Would I want to meet every single person on this planet? Yes. Not because I’m trying to win Miss Popular over here (although that would help my awkward teenage self feel a little more validated), but because I want to know each individual story. Geeze, Hannah, crank up the cheese factor a little more, will ya!
2014 was a magical year for my adult self. A year filled with adventures, new beginnings, lessons, struggles, and accomplishments. It began with major excitement – I visited my brother in California for the first time and found my first true love: San Francisco. Sunny skies and a light breeze were the norm. You’d unknowingly walk past millionaire techies on the street because they dressed like your average joe. Food, music, and art filled this effervescent city. I’ve always been a huge fan of travel, but this trip kicked off my deep, everlasting case of wanderlust.
Fast forward a couple months and I’m living in the city center of Regensburg, Germany. It’s a truly picturesque town where the cobblestone streets intersect with the Danube River and traditional German culture seeps out of centuries-old buildings. I lived above a cafe, which later became the namesake of my sweet pup, Ritz. Street bands were audible each afternoon and the corner ice cream shops were open seven days a week – a rarity in Bavaria.
I was studying there for a semester to help complete my German studies minor (yes, I can speak German; no, I’m not going to “say something” for you). This storybook city of roughly 190,000 residents stole my heart in less than a week. But that was only the beginning.
München, Frankfurt, Prague, Budapest, Vienna, Mallorca, Strasbourg – even Split, Croatia! I visited more countries in those six months than thousands of people do in their lifetimes, and trust me, I know how lucky that makes me.
Throwing yourself into unfamiliar situations makes you grow; navigating a foreign place sans internet and the native tongue can put some wear and tear on a person. Living overseas on a foreign continent opened my eyes more than I can put into words. They say challenges lead to growth and I sure see why! Travel can change your perspective; not only on certain places, but on people and cultures, too. You learn to wander with a sparkle in your eye and an open ear, just waiting for the next memorable moment to occur.
Terms like “wanderlust” and “the travel bug” fill thousands of blogs, social posts, websites, you name it. More often than not, I wonder if those using the terms truly encompass what they represent. To me, wanderlust is a way of life, not a phase where you’re obsessed with going new places and seeing new things. Once you’ve experienced even a fraction of this world, you can’t stop.
Experiencing several European countries on my own, in my early twenties, with half a college degree and some (un)forgettable nights under my belt, I found myself more accepting than ever before. Everyone is different. Each place in this world means something, for another reason than you may initially think. I encourage you to listen and observe. Stepping back, making yourself feel like a tiny fish in a large pond molds your sense of self and sheds a whole new light on just how big, or small, our wonderful world truly is.
Cheers to new adventures!