I love travel. That love was developed quite early thanks to globetrotting parents who left Nigeria to get educated in the States, before leaving to go back home after garnering degrees.
From Kansas City to London to Lagos with detours in Nova Scotia — I learned to appreciate dressing up to board British Caledonian, and dressing down once we prepared for the local flights to the Eastern region.
It’s all so vividly anew each time you’re squeezed in between parents and flopping around the play cards that are part of the kiddies package.
The adventure of magically arriving in a destination that’s vastly different from the base, was the thrilling discovery that produced signature scents and the sight and sounds that delightfully mystify.
That little girl is still starving for more travel to places that fulfill the appetite of a roving disposition, and there were extended periods of bliss with the comfort of the Eiffel Tower being within reach, and the ravenous South Beach sun devouring liquid skin in a sandy oasis.
But the last few years have been challengingly tumultuous with the loss of jobs and self.
Giving it all up for unrealized dreams while creating nightmares of mounting debts, ill-fated relationships, crippling destabilization and erratic financial and physical health.
When you lose your mind, you lose time and time is all we have when we have it.
And so it’s back to the drawing board which was a vast space…
