Why this gay man travels

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Travel can be frustrating and uncomfortable. So can driving in traffic, having sex or shopping for jeans.
 I read debates about whether or not travel is glamorous. I think it is.
 I try not to confuse ‘glamour’ with ‘exclusivity’, I don’t believe that travel is glamorous only when it comes with privilege and I don’t value the flight over the destination.
No matter where I sit on the plane, I can’t wait to get off and actually start traveling.
 
I do not travel to have a seat that reclines into a fully-flat bed. I have a fully-flat bed at home.
I do not travel to get free drinks or snacks at the airport lounge. Drinks and snacks are pretty cheap.
I do not travel to eat well on a plane. Pre-prepared food served in a pressurized metal box.
 
I do travel to experience new places, people and things.
I do travel to carry the person that I would like to be in a plastic case weighing less than fifty pounds.
I do travel to eat things that I will probably regret and to do things that I will definitely regret.
 
According to Merriam-Webster, glamour is ‘an exciting and often illusory and romantic attractiveness’ or ‘a magic spell’. Travel is both of these to me. I will never forget the look of Venice mantled in a heavy spring fog, but I would be hard-pressed now to tell you which airline took me there.
 
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“Never lose the child like wonder… Time is all you have. And you may find one day that you have less than you think.” – Randy Pausch

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