Travel has helped me cope with having a debilitating lung disease. It’s taken me outside myself to help me not live in fear and wallow in sadness. When I’m traveling, I often feel like the strongest, best version of myself. But then, sometimes, travel also has a way of doing the exact opposite. It kicks me in the teeth and reminds me that no, I’m not superwoman. I’m not even everywoman. I am a woman with LAM.
After almost eight hours of travel today (including one subway, two buses, one plane, two trains) my body is done. The exhaustion is crippling. It’s only 8pm and I can’t keep my eyes open. And when I feel like this physically, the negative feelings can be overwhelming too.
But then, I think back to the day I had yesterday. I woke up in fairy-tale Český Krumlov, where there was still snow on the rooftops. I watched the sun go down over one of the most beautiful cities in the world from Prague Castle. And I finished it off with a Czech feast.
And I know once I feel like myself again, I’ll start planning the next trip. Because I can’t wait to get back out there. Because I know travel is worth it.