Can Wanderlust Be Genetic?
Some are born into settled families, content and comfortable with their familiar surroundings, others are born into a gypsy tribe. I was blessed with wandering parents, parents who loved to see new places with me right by their side, who were always telling me to “save my pocket money” for our next adventure…
I inherited my parents wanderlust.
One of my earliest memories is hiking in Tasmania, Australia with my family on one of our camping adventures. We packed up the car, got on the “spirit of Tasmania” and spent my school holidays traveling around the beautiful island, visiting the National parks and camping on the side of the road.
My dad would photograph the wonders of nature and my mum would supply the yummiest scroggin.
As I grew up my wanderlust grew too.
As a family we continuously traveled all over New Zealand in a motor home and we loved it so much that we then saved and planned for our big USA and Canada adventure where we traveled over that beautiful land in a little R.V (I mean little, it looked like a mini cooper next to their huge R.V’s). We nicknamed ourselves the three amigos and enjoyed many nights stargazing under the Arizona deserts sky, watching bear cubs tease their mother whilst climbing a tree in Yellowstone National park or squeezing each others hands while we rode the tower of terror in Disneyland.
I was fifteen when we took this trip, missing a whole term of school I was worried I may miss out on too much from my education, but what I learnt about myself, the world and the people in it taught me more than any school work could.
It’s easy to say that from my childhood on, my wanderlust longed for more. My travel bug was out of control so I saved every cent, working several jobs for my next trips. Now I’m beginning my most exciting, crazy, long awaited solo trip of South East Asia. I can’t help but think of how my parents may feel when I tell them the news… will they be excited or terrified? Will they tell me to go or that I am crazy? I don’t know. But just picking my parents up at the airport from a six week journey touring South Africa has given me hope.
Is wanderlust such a strong feeling that it can be genetic?
This I do not know… all I do know is I caught this ever “needing to explore itch” … just like my parents.
And I’m not complaining.