humanity

If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.

I Booked a One Way 12 AM Ticket Home and I Don't Know When I'm Coming Back
On Tuesday, I was tired, sad, and restless. I had been sad for the past couple of weeks. Restless. Uncertain of a lot of things. I haven't been sleeping well for like, two weeks now. Moving has been a lot of things but it's mostly been tiring—emotionally draining. But late on Tuesday night, I just decided I was done. I felt this massive urge to go home all day and I couldn't shake it. I needed to go home, see my home. Be in my house. Ride my bike to my favorite coffee shop in the morning and say hi to my barista, Nick (shout out to Nick, by the way. Thanks for always serving my iced black with a dash of almond milk :) ). I needed to see all of my friends again. I needed to laugh about stupid stuff with them again. I needed to watch movies on the beach and go SUPing on Sundays. I needed to go home. I just craved home. I didn't get enough time to say goodbye. I came home from Hawaii and I left the next day. I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone or anything and it made my soul so sad. I missed my physical home. I missed certain people. I missed my neighbors. Friends. Hanging out in my backyard with the sunlight pouring in at all hours of the day. And as simple as it sounds, it's those things that you miss about home. And as crowded and hot as home is right now, it's still my home. It will always be. I will always crawl back to the blessed Southland like the SoCal brat I am and lay on the beach all day and be content with my life.
By Lauren Day8 years ago in Wander
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in Brooklyn
Growing up on 56th Street in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn of the late 60s and early 70s was a young boy's paradise. As close as a city kid could get to a Huck Finn or Tom Sawyer-like existence.
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Wander
Continental Cogs
You may think that riding a motorbike is a lonely affair? It can be, and although that is often the appeal, there always comes a time when a friendly face or a gentle soul changes the tone of an adventure.
By Caledonian Cogs8 years ago in Wander
I Moved
Moving is painful. I can't and don't know what or how to feel. I wanted this months ago, and now that it came, I'm nervous. I'm anxious. I'm sad. I'm so so sad. I miss home so much, to be honest. For months, I was telling myself and others that "I'm moving during the summer" and now that it's here, I'm regretting it at some moments. I moved too quick.
By Lauren Day8 years ago in Wander
Black Pride
The big ball of raging heat made salty sweat trickle slowly down my forehead. I covered my eyes for shade, and for protection from the small dust storms swirling through the air. I wished I had a bucket of ice to cool off.
By Jay8 years ago in Wander
Moving Into the Future
I’ve honestly thought about living abroad since I was 15. Anyone who’s ever had a Tumblr (millennials) will attest to how beautiful those traveling photos look. You can literally feel the Arizona sun on your back and feel the crowds of applause standing in the middle of the Coliseum.
By Shanice Lawrence8 years ago in Wander
Why We Travel. Top Story - June 2018.
My Story At nineteen years old I left the country for the first time — destination: Brazil. I was heading off to the Amazon River to travel on a boat for a month with a group of friends hoping to change the world. On the flight home, I knew that the one thing that had been drastically changed wasn't the world at all; it was me.
By Savannah McKinley8 years ago in Wander
Back to Roots...
I grew up on a farm in a small rural town of Muskoka. It was 200 acres of field and forest with limitless opportunities for new places to explore. My childhood was full of snowmobiling, tobogganing, skiing, biking, hiking, swimming, boating, and the hateful daily task of rounding up cows from the neighbors. There was no shortage of outdoor activities and chores. We didn't have phones and tablets those days and we were okay with that. It made us who we are today. Quite often my mother could be heard yelling for me to come in for dinner but I often ignored as I had better things to do. It was much more important to climb a tree or explore the barns to retrieve some animal or treasure.
By Annabella Stoyke8 years ago in Wander
The Wonder of Flight
Imagine a scenario where you were able to transport yourself back in time to the 1950s. You would be coming from the modern era and a time now where you can travel to your heart’s content if you have the means to do so. The 1950s, in contrast, was a decade before the age of commercial aviation had really blossomed and taken off, and where the average person could not board a flight to go halfway around the world, round-trip, for a couple hundred dollars. People of that era would think you’re crazy and out of your mind for suggesting that commercial aviation would either be that accessible or affordable.
By Ben W8 years ago in Wander
North Sentinel Island Has the Last Unconnected People on Earth 🌎
Earth is a very massive planet that has come a long way through our technological advances. It may be hard to believe that there are people who don’t know about a cell phone or computer. Although it has become a known fact that there aren't any uncharted places left, with the exception being the North Sentinel Island. The island is part of the Andaman group of islands in the Bay of Bengal.
By Rose Gold8 years ago in Wander
Big Sur Backtracking
In April of 2017, the situation had become untenable. I don’t know what I meant by the “situation,” exactly, but I think it was more akin to life and where it was eluding me. And the truth is, I’d been overdue for ocean therapy for some time. “You’re a Persing,” my father said once, “That’s what we do. We go, and it helps.”
By Jaz Persing8 years ago in Wander
Small Experiences Teach Life Changing Lessons
Imagine for a second that you were raised in a country that claims itself as “Center of the world, heart of the universe.” You’d think that cultural understanding is common, wouldn’t you? Well, I was, yet that concept seems utopic to me because every day I get the unpleasant chance to read xenophobic comments of people who grew up next to me. People who, thanks to social media, see the foreigners as threats in their country. And I realize that it not only happens in the small piece of land where I grew up; it happens all over the world every single day.
By Montse Miranda8 years ago in Wander