Do you want to know the first time I traveled? Six months old, without my parents -but with my uncle. Not even a year old and I was already on a plane heading to Miami, FL to say pay a visit to my grandparents -the best ones might I add. My mom used to say, and still does, that I was born with a backpack on my shoulders, and that people use to think she was crazy for letting me on a plane without her at six months old. But she always tells me that she wasn’t afraid. She has always known that I’m not meant to be still in one place, that exploring is what makes me happy. And she’s right, whoever said that mother’s know best was right on point. I haven’t traveled much outside of the U.S. -well actually only once- but when I travel, when I learn and discover about other cultures it’s when I’m at my happiest. Just thinking about it as I write this essay makes me just grin from ear to ear, it wakes up my brain and soul in a way that nothing else does. I want to be inspired by the beauty our world has to offer. By the people that walk in this incredible place that we often take for granted, so I can hopefully one day return the favor, return just the slightest amount of inspiration and beauty back so others can be inspired like I am.