Growing up, I could remember when my mum would always travel with my big sister, and I'd be in the house crying my eyes out, "Now that's how much I loved traveling," but then I didn't get to travel much with my mother. At some point, I felt like my mum didn't want me to explore the world like my big sister. "Maybe I was a little bit jealous." Yeah, you can call it that, but mind you (I was jealous of a good course).
I had this jealousy inside of me till the day it was finally drained away, after my first traveling experience with my mum, I knew the reason she wasn't traveling with me, now I'm gonna explain when we got back from the journey, I felt like (I was on top of the world) well it didn't stop there, I started sharing my travel experience with everyone I came across, even my worst enemies "joking", so my traveling journey with my mum ended when someone she didn't expect to know about the journey found out about it, how was that my fault "I didn't know my mum was keeping it from certain people".
After that day, my traveling journey ended with my mum, but then did the jealousy come back? Well, it did but I wasn't bothered again because I knew I'd messed up from my very first experience (so it was all me).
Now, back to the question: As I grew older, I started developing a thing, "or you can call it a passion" for traveling; it became something I love and want to experience. People tag traveling as just being fun, but to me, it goes beyond that, it revolves around the new places I visit, the new people I meet along the way, and most importantly, the experience "that is the number one."
The first time I traveled solo "without my mum" was two years ago when I was posted to the north to serve my nation. This was one trip I'd been anticipating for a while, and when it eventually happened, I was very excited because of the experience that was awaiting me. I don't know if anyone had noticed this "let me share" before leaving the house that morning, my siblings had already told me about the stress involved in traveling to a far away distance like the North. So I was fully prepared for the stress when I got into the vehicle; I wasn't thinking about the stress or anything; the only thing I was thinking about was the places I was gonna see.
Then finally the long-awaited journey started, gladly I sat close to the window of the vehicle, so you could say "Opportunity had grabbed me or I grabbed it" Immediately I unleashed the sightseeing organ inside of me and just viewed every sight I came across, took pictures of some interesting things that my mouth couldn't say out loud. Before traveling to the northern part of my nation, I'd heard a lot of stories about the north, so I was eager to experience those things, but fortunately, I saw even more than I expected.
When I finally got to my destination, I suddenly developed a mixed feeling; the northern part of my nation was a nice place to be, the northerners are known for their hospitality nature, and I got to experience that myself because it extended to me as well. The only thing I didn't like was the cold weather, yeah!!! I don't like exposing my body to cold, so that part was kind of difficult for me to deal with. I can remember my sister calling me on the phone always to put on some tick clothes, so I don't catch a cold.
Aside from the cold weather, everything else was great, the environment was very beautiful, and the food over there tasted good. I got to travel there because my nation wanted me to, and it was a mandatory service that I couldn't decline, but then do I look forward to visiting there again? Well, I would love to visit the north again, but then not during the time I visited to avoid having an encounter with the cold weather.
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