It’s no secret that I’ve dealt with depression in life. I’m one of the lucky ones who made it through days of crippling anxiety, struggling to leave the house, weight gain, pills and all the other joys of the “D” word to someone you’d never imagine, ever had a worry.
I find it almost equally insulting and joyful that people find it hard to believe, given how perceivably sociable I am these days, but that’s part of depression – most people don’t know about it, and even at my worst, I knew how to put on a brave face. Most people who truly know depression do too.
You don’t need to be on the edge, or thinking of calling it quits to be somewhat depressed. It can be as simple as a few prolonged days of choosing sweatpants and ice cream over jeans and a salad with friends and the sooner you deal, the better.
The difference is most people find a way through that quickly, yet those who are depressed do not find the urge, or motivation with anywhere near as much ease. They often require a push.
For me, travel has always been part of the “deal”, and I’ve said before, I don’t know where I’d be without it. It’s why I’m sad but optimistic about the present and future of travel. You’ve always gotta face what you’re going through and fight to maintain your mental health, but once you’ve done the lifting, a travel break is the ultimate healer.
And don’t worry about me, I’m absolutely fine for the most part. I’ll still be blogging no matter what happens and all that, but I know how it feels to feel the feels, and to some extent, you always do.
Travel is always memorable, and nothing makes a person smile more than standing in front of something they’ve always dreamed of seeing, or finally meeting up with someone they’ve missed. Without it, the world just wouldn’t be the same. It will come back.
The world is dealing with much deeper and more worrisome concerns, but putting those aside, I’m genuinely sad about effectively not being able to travel. Even if I wanted to go lend a hand or hug to someone, I realistically couldn’t. Borders are closed and for the foreseeable future, everyone should stay home.
My dreams of taking my newborn to see where I grew up and some of my other favorite parts of the USA are on hold, like the rest of the world.
Anywhere you’re reading this from, someone in your building, your street or near you is going through something, and without travel as a chance to heal, or chance for escapism, things are going to be more difficult.
This is that time of year when the world is traditionally home or away with loved ones, or celebrating being nowhere near them with a lovely vacation. Whichever, travel is usually involved in some regard.
A trip can be that opportunity to wear those clothes you feel you can’t pull off at home, to breath the air that makes you feel new again, or a chance to try things you’d never have access to anywhere else. A new, different, more fun, or more social you awaits, if you want it to.
And if you travel to escape the world, and all its people – hello, Maldives style – travel is that too. Can it be reproduced from home? It’s really one of the few things that can’t be. You can make the dishes, drink the drinks and reproduce just about anything, but a place you cannot.
Side note, it turns out that you can buy just about everything you find in any hotel room, including the specific hotel bed, sheets and robes!
And yes, I’m trying to build an island resort in my back garden, and part of the reason I’m writing this is that it’s not going well. Not at all. There’s nothing like the real thing.
I’m sad that by all accounts, even if health is no longer a greater concern than usual, travel demand isn’t expected back any time soon. Travel industry analysts eye 2023 as the nearest time we might see demand like that found in 2019.
Worse, as so many will have lost jobs or opportunities during this time, travel won’t be a realistic possibility for many who would like to. Often, those who need it most won’t have a chance.
I’m optimistic, because travel has always been aspirational, and it always will be.
Seeing them is the only way, and unlike other things in life, it always will be. We may be able to 3D print meals at home soon, but sunsets, not quite.
When travel is advisably safe again, I’m optimistic that we’ll never again take it for granted. We’ll take the time to learn airport etiquette, be that little bit more kind to airline and hotel staff and take that extra few seconds to breath and appreciate. Life doesn’t have to be go-go-go and a trip is the perfect way to remember that.
I’m sad we can’t all go on one right now, but I’m optimistic we’ll all be better to each other and appreciate just how lucky we are to see these places when we do. Nothing will ever replace travel, and that’s a reason to be positive.