Modern Door

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” —Jack Kerouac

Just why do we love to travel? It’s an age-old question and one potential answer is that we love to travel because we can’t—and maybe we shouldn’t—answer that question. Travel can be all things to all people because it is completely what each of us make of it. Travel is life.

Try this. Pick up an in-flight magazine and you’ll find all kinds of force-fed messages trying put you in a tiny, demographic box. Are you an adventurer, spa-enthusiast, road warrior, foodie, or sight-seer? Yes, no, and all the above. Contrary to the mass marketing gloss, we are always seeking new experiences. Our journey isn’t about who we are, but more about who we are becoming.

This is why those who love travel are more than happy with ambiguities and even contradictions. We love living “in-between,” not being here or there. This is where the magic is. Where the personal becomes mythical. You’ll find this tension in literature, film, and television. From Homer’s odyssey through Kerouac’s On The Road to David Lynch’s Wild At Heart and Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown, it truly is the journey and not the destination.

Case in point, this excessively detailed literary road map of America. Here’s to those that keep going for the sake of going. Happy going.