How many versions of you are out there? Versions that you daydream about when work gets a little boring or when someone you barely know shares a version of their life on Instagram. Like a parallel universe, these versions are us, only better. Living in better places and doing better things. Haunting us with the person we could be…if only we lived somewhere else.
I’m haunted by the writer version of me. She lives in New York in a creative studio apartment and stays up writing late into the night because she doesn’t have to go to work in the mornings anymore. Sometimes on a rainy London day, the carefree version of me shows her face. She’s tanned and glowing and wearing a backpack, currently island hopping around Greece. Most recently it’s been a more creative version of myself who testing how far she can push outside her comfort zone in Tokyo. She’s nervous and completely in the unknown, but she feels more inspired that she has done for years.
So what is it that we find so haunting about these alternate realities? That we’ll never get to meet these versions of ourselves? Or that we know that we could do, if only we were a little braver. Earned a bit more money. Could let go a little easier.
I think it’s these versions of ourselves that motivates us to travel. Just for a little while, we get to be in these parallel universes - braver, carefree, exhilarated. Just for a little while, we get to be all the versions of us.