REFLECTIONS OF WINDOWS TRAVELLED

There’s something I love about looking through windows while travelling.It doesn’t matter if it’s a train, bus, plane, tram, hostel, taxi or even boat. It’s not the excitement of the reflections of those strangers in the same place. Curious as to see where they’re going, where they’ve been or what they know.

Nor is it just the incredible sights I get to see through the windows themselves. The twinkle of the city as I approach Tokyo by night. The mirror approaching as I cliff dive into the pristine water’s of Boracay Island, Philippines. It’s not the walls of Buckingham Palace, or the shimmer of the gold coated Kinkakuji temple in Kyoto. It’s not even the confronting history that overwhelms me as pass the windows of Auschwitz.

It’s not hearing the thousands of different languages and dialects, changing when you drive a short few hours.

And it’s not the fact that… travellers are all able to speak one honest language which we all relate to, even when we don’t know each other’s native tongue.

As incredible as these are, they are not my favourite things about travelling…

My favourite thing is how travelling makes me feel about the reflection looking back at me as I’m privileged to view all of these sights. Each trek travelled takes me distances away from the person I used to be, the person I thought I was. I cannot thank it enough.

There is something so deeply honest about your reflection while travelling. It’s paradoxical, when you’ve never been further from everything that’s so familiar to you it has the ability to make you feel so much more at home within yourself.

It’s as if each adventure travelled brings you closer to seeing the reflection of the person you’re meant to become.