I Want to Travel the World The first time I saw the ocean, I knew I was destined to leave. Our small town was landlocked, hemmed in by endless fields of corn that swayed hypnotically in the breeze. It was a good place, my mother always said. Safe. Predictable. But predictability felt like a cage to me. I wanted chaos. I wanted wonder. I wanted to see what lay beyond the golden horizon. I was thirteen when a visiting relative took me to the coast. The waves crashed against the shore, their sound like thunder, their rhythm like the heartbeat of the Earth itself. I remember standing barefoot in the sand, letting the cold water lick my toes. The horizon stretched infinitely, teasing me with its vastness. Somewhere beyond those endless waves, there were islands, cities, mountains, and people I had never met. My chest tightened with longing. “I want to travel the world,” I whispered. “You and every dreamer,” my uncle said with a laugh, tousling my hair. But to me, it wasn’t just a dream. It was a promise I made to myself. I didn’t leave right away. Life had its demands—school, work, the duties that keep most people tethered to their hometowns. But every time I saw a plane soar overhead, my heart tugged at me, begging me to follow.
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