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IS TRAVEL REALLY WORTH THE MONEY?
 
2nd April 18
 

As you’ll probably already know from me non-stop going on about it across Twitter and on my blog, I’m going travelling in May. I’m off on a solo trip across Australia for just over two months, and I’m currently a big bag of mixed emotions over the whole thing. I’m incredibly excited to be embarking on my first big solo trip over on the other side of the world, but being someone who struggles with anxiety, I’m also unbelievably nervous. In usual ~me~ style, I’ve spent the last few weeks since booking my flight worrying about anything and everything which could possibly go wrong while I’m away. The one thing I’m getting most caught up over is money, and whether my budget is going to last me. The real question which keeps rotating around my head: is travelling really worth the money?

 

For the past year and a half, while working an office job, I’ve been in quite a comfortable position with my finances. I’m putting emphasis on the word ‘comfortable’ there. I’ve not been earning an extortionate amount, as anyone who has just left uni and has just finished off paying their student overdraft could probably relate to, but I’ve been earning enough to keep me going. I’ve been able to afford to have a fun lifestyle, whilst also putting some money away in a savings account every month to fund something that future me will be grateful for. When I first started putting my savings together, I had the vague idea in my head that they’d be going towards my own flat so that I could finally move out of my parents place, or a new car which wasn’t made over 10 years ago. We’re encouraged right from the off that we should be saving our money for practical things.
 
 
 

In my last blog post, I touched on the fact that I’ve been feeling caught in a rut lately. Like my entire life is just; wake up, go to work, go home, go to bed, repeat-until-I-die. With this endless circle starting to affect my mental health, putting my savings towards something as practical as a flat, where I would continue to live in the same boring cycle, just seemed tedious. And so travel became the best solution to escape from the mundane.

 

And yes, I’m terrified of the idea that I’m going to come back from 10 weeks of travelling and be in the absolute worst financial situation I’ve ever been in. I do feel kind of guilty that I’m going to be blowing all of my savings on such a short trip and that I’m not doing something more useful with the money I’ve earned. But the fact is that I’m only 23. I’ll have plenty of time to save more in future for a house and a better car and for all of my bills. But I may never have another opportunity to get out there again and see the world. When I’m 80, I’m not going to look back on my twenties and be glad that I had a lot of money tucked away in a savings account but no experiences to show for it. I’m going to be happy that I got out there, saw the world and worried about the financial side of things later.

 

It’s scary putting yourself out there and not having a safety net to fall back on. It’s weird not having a steady job and not knowing where you next paycheck is going to come from. But to me, what’s worse than both of these two things is knowing that you missed an opportunity which could have changed your life. Letting the anxieties of spending money on travel stop me from getting out there and seeing the world would ensure that I stayed in the work, sleep, repeat cycle forever. There will be plenty more opportunities to make money. The opportunities to get out there and live are far less frequent.

 

Jumper* – Tobi / Culottes – New Look (similar) / Beret – ASOS

 
 
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