Travel has been my journey of self-discovery, a way to break free from the constraints of imposed expectations, and a means to explore the facets of my identity that may have been overshadowed by societal pressures.
My annual visits to the Dominican Republic served as a foundational experience, introducing me to the richness of my culture and providing an escape from the challenges of assimilation and personal anxieties. It wasn't just a change of environment; it was a profound connection to my roots and a rejuvenation of my spirit. I observed a similar transformation in my mother, whose return to her homeland seemed to bring her inner child back to life.
The realization that travel was more than just a temporary escape struck me after my freshman year in college. Venturing into other countries with friends, I found that it was not only a break from the routine but also a mental refreshment, alleviating the anxieties that our parents, in their pursuit of the American dream, unintentionally passed on to us. Many of us, particularly people of color, don't experience the ideal childhood depicted in that dream. Instead, we inherit the weight of our parents' aspirations, leading to the manifestation of imposter syndrome.
These anxieties manifested prominently during my high school and college transitions. The pressure to excel academically became a constant companion, restricting the exploration of my teenage years and oppressing the freedom to make mistakes and discover my creativity. The meticulous planning that shaped my life also meant unfulfilled childhood dreams, adding to the burden and contributing to my current anxieties. Do I have time? Am I too old for this now?
Travel became my liberator. It allowed me to connect with myself on a deeper level and engage in those spontaneous, enjoyable activities I had always dreamed of. Without taking the leap to explore beyond my comfort zone, I might not have uncovered these aspects of myself.
Through travel, I've embraced the idea that the journey of self-discovery is ongoing. It's about breaking free from societal expectations, rediscovering forgotten dreams, and allowing oneself the grace to make mistakes and evolve. It's a process of learning, healing, and understanding that my identity is not confined by predetermined paths but is a tapestry woven through diverse experiences. Travel, for me, has been the compass guiding me towards authenticity and a more profound understanding of who I am.
Remember: Our parents did what they could with the tools they had. Once I learned this, I felt liberated.