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Facing the Truth About Traveling as a Young Disabled Woman - Yahoo
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had a deep craving for travel. It should have come as no surprise — my mother would constantly talk about the aches she would feel in the core of her stomach when watching Stacey Dooley shows or reading books set in an idyllic French summer. She described it as a gnawing, a pain she couldn’t quite soothe. My grandmother was nicknamed “Gypsy” by family members and friends, as she could never stay in one place for very long. Even after losing her tongue and teeth to cancer, she still manages to talk excitedly about a new trip in her travel brochure. I’ve grown up with a strong female influence from women I loved, heavily feeling the pull and lure of adventure.
It was because of this that I was so enticed by the idea of exploring the world. I would stay up late at night, scouring the pages of a National Geographic and reading about famous explorers, picturing myself traipsing through the depths of South America on a brave and unattempted expedition. My first job in a corner shop was ideal — I could keep the leftover travel magazine inserts and save for my own travels at the same time. I was excited to start my life as a heroic jungle explorer, saving lives and telling stories. I thought I could have my cake and eat it too — after all, my mother and grandmother were both able to live extraordinary lives traveling the world, so why couldn’t I? Why couldn’t I, indeed.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had a deep craving for travel. It should have come as no surprise — my mother would constantly talk about the aches she would feel in the core of her stomach when watching Stacey Dooley shows or reading books set in an idyllic French summer. She described it as a gnawing, a pain she couldn’t quite soothe. My grandmother was nicknamed “Gypsy” by family members and friends, as she could never stay in one place for very long. Even after losing her tongue and teeth to cancer, she still manages to talk excitedly about a new trip in her travel brochure. I’ve grown up with a strong female influence from women I loved, heavily feeling the pull and lure of adventure.
It was because of this that I was so enticed by the idea of exploring the world. I would stay up late at night, scouring the pages of a National Geographic and reading about famous explorers, picturing myself traipsing through the depths of South America on a brave and unattempted expedition. My first job in a corner shop was ideal — I could keep the leftover travel magazine inserts and save for my own travels at the same time. I was excited to start my life as a heroic jungle explorer, saving lives and telling stories. I thought I could have my cake and eat it too — after all, my mother and grandmother were both able to live extraordinary lives traveling the world, so why couldn’t I? Why couldn’t I, indeed.