Words by Martha: Why we travel

(written on the plane towards the island of promise).

I want to be out of my own head. I head feels trapped by the cage of this environment. I want to be scared. Feel fear of unknown. I feed the anxiety with new views, foods, footpaths, buildings, languages. I need time to rethink. I hear Martha talk, yet she doesn’t have strength in her voice. I am not always happy, I struggle being away sometimes, but that is temporary. Unlike at home, the sadness I am asked to address it. But travel has no address, just a stop off for a different land of promise.