When I was little, I used to wonder what it would be like growing up with siblings. I did not dwell on the thought much because I kept myself pretty occupied with legos, books, and playing in the yard. I have always been a very independent person with a passion for volunteerism and helping others and being involved in my community was always an imperative for me. At the same time, being an only child, I love the quiet times where I can sit for hours and read or go golf nine holes on an empty course. One thing, however, that I know is best done with other people is travelling. There are obvious safety and practical reasons to travel with friends, but the most important is the experiences you create and the relationships you build. You can take a journey to a marvelous place, but if you have bad experiences with the people there, your memory is tainted forever. I have had the good fortune of being able to travel both with and without people I know and each has its own perks. I love being able to lose myself in a city, find a secluded café, and meet the locals on my own accord but having even the faintest acquaintance to bond with makes all of the difference. The things you remember most are the stories you have either with our about people and this is for a reason. Essentially I have found out this; life is dusty path that can be travelled with many destinations in mind, but more paramount than these are the relationships you build and make along the way. Friendships are immensely valuable, more than you are able to quantify, and a fantastic way to explore and nurture them is out of your comfort zone in a place foreign to your home, whether 5000 miles away or simply in the next town.
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