I do not wish for grandeur or fame, I wish for experiencing the world. Not merely vacationing through Europe or seeing the World Cup in Brazil, but living in foreign countries and seeing how others live through choice and invitation.
This fascination started when I moved from Australia to America as a young boy. I was commonly interrogated with “do you ride kangaroos to school? Do you have a pet crocodile?” However I cannot blame those who ask this, but I can assure that I do not perpetuate this breed of cultural ignorance. Showing people my culture and customs has become a great passion and resulted in four humanitarian trips to the poorest areas of Nicaragua before turning eighteen.
As a twenty year old college student, I have taken a step further and am now living in Johannesburg, South Africa. Seeing people from insurance billionaires to individuals struggling for freedom a mere twenty years ago, South Africans are the most diverse and persistent people I have ever known.
I will always remember travelling on top of a truck, eating the customary raw meat, sitting next to people whom I could not understand. But we shared something in common; it was a trip through the bush during the transition from glorious day to gentle night.
Going forward, to satisfy my desire for travel, I must complete my college degree and look for the next culture I want to make a part of my life.