City Life & Quiet Wisdom

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy travelling every year. But things have taken a change in the recent two or so years. At 35, it seems that life has taken other priorities and I value being around friends and family more.

In my twenties, travel was about exploring new places, experiencing new cultures and food. Doing things that pushed me – including the red eye flights to exotic countries, weekend trips returning on Mondays and starting work the very following hours.

I enjoyed visiting countries to learn about their history from museums and to walk ancient streets that have been preserved since many decades ago. Staying at nice hotels and resorts was really “living’ and enjoying my youth.

Sadly as time goes by things seem to have taken a turn. Planning trips are exhausting and thinking about where to go seems to be a chore. I wouldn’t say I’m well travelled globally, but I’ve visited enough countries in Asia – Greater China, Japan and Korea included as well as Europe. Museums start to display similar things. Architecture seem to have resemblance or is pretty much identical once you cross the border. Nature scenes? Austria and Switzerland have striking resemblance that i’m no longer mind blown.

Cynicism aside, I think i’ve come to realise that I can be happy staying put. After buying my own home and truly making it a home, I’ve realised being in my home country doesn’t feel so bad. I’ve learned that happiness is only real when shared. And this is around family around a dining table. Going to restaurants with close friends. Practicing self love with classes and healthy self maintenance. Cooking and being in nature makes me at peace.

Over time, trading this type of peace over busy airports, chaotic bus stops, fear of getting lost and scammed has become a nice feeling. Yes, to some, particularly the younger ones, this may seem like someone growing old and losing their sense of adventure.

But to me, its a sign of entering a new stage in life. Where finding peace and happiness means having good connections. Sharing happy moments with those you love and value. Rather than with acquaintances many miles away from home. It’s also about finding meaning at work and watering the grass where home is.

And really, there is nothing wrong with that. Seeking happiness maybe closer than you think. After experiencing the world in my twenties and early 30s. Small things can bring joy. Especially at home. Petting my dog, watering my plants, having a nice coffee nearby or being available last minute for loved ones.

I will continue to travel nonetheless. But travel shouldn’t be to escape. And happiness can be found at home. Without something to escape from, travel becomes less of a priority. This newfound joy of living everyday where you are is more fulfilling than jumping on the plane for the sake of it.

N. L. Young