I have always loved maps and globes. As a child, I would practically squeal with delight when I found a map of new worlds in the book I was reading – craggy mountains, secret lairs, and vast oceans enthralled my imagination and created a fascination with new places, scenery. I loved the vivid colors of the different countries and thought contentedly that if I ever flew over the world, I would still be able to identify each of them. I was extremely disappointed to find out, on my first time flying, that Indiana is not a different color than Illinois. My childhood was a traumatized one.
Though I love maps, I am horrific at following them. For me, maps don’t represent a way to get there – maps represent places I’d love to see someday. A virtual map of dream destinations.
I’d love to travel Europe someday…experience new cultures, taste new worlds, and revel in the romance of another world’s history. To lose myself in ancient libraries, to see all of the cliche sights for myself, not just on a postcard, to poke my nose into a thousand new places, ideas, and lives.
That’s what maps represent to me. A chance for adventure and discovery. I’d love to see England for myself and practice my English accent on the Queen (such irreverent American humor), and revel in high tea – though I am not a tea drinker – just to say I’ve done it. I’d love to visit Italy and France and Ireland and…just about everywhere.
Where would your someday take you?
“The World is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” ~ St. Augustine