It’s only the 6th day of the new year. Why am I feeling a niggling sense of panic at the back of my mind?
May be it’s the dazzle everywhere – ‘Best Trips for 2015’, ‘Best Places to Go: 2015′, ’16 Spectacular Places to Go in 2015’, ‘Top 10 Cities to Visit in 2015’ and other ‘must-achieve in 365 days’ on every travel website and forum; lucid 2015 travel calendars by fellow bloggers (I love you guys). Picture-perfect destinations from all corners of the world with their crisply-worded pitches, calling out to me from glossy magazine pages and equally glossy blog posts:
‘Come to Zermatt, Switzerland before the rest of the world does’.
‘Because Marrakesh is the new cool’.
‘Dive into Lithuania before tourism discovers it’.
Was there ever an uninteresting corner in the world? Next up could be the unloved slums near my neighbourhood – ‘Come see the World of Grime before it gets cleaned up’.
Don’t get me wrong – I love travel, I do. I can spend hours and days planning itineraries for trips that I know aren’t happening in the near future. I usually begin planning my trips at least 3 – 4 months in advance and enjoy spending my evenings scouring through travel websites and forums. It’s what gets me through those long weeks at the office – planning my short-lived escapes.
But just this once, all that gloss and all those must-visits are leaving me overwhelmed and making me wonder – ‘Why don’t I have a list yet?’, ‘Am I not a serious traveller anymore?’, ‘A travel blogger who doesn’t even know where she’s headed this year?’. Add to the equation, the limited time I get off work in an year (3 – 4 weeks) and a constrained budget, and I’ve got myself in the middle of more than a few tug-of-wars – ‘Northern Lights in Iceland or Torres del Paine in Chile?’, ‘Maybe, I could visit Australia this year… Or learn to dive in South-east Asia?’, ‘What about the Great Wall?’.
Maybe just this once, I’m going to take a deep breath and step off the non-stop treadmill of inspiration.
Only for a little bit.