This evening, I was discussing with my younger siblings, my sister, about a journey I have to make either tomorrow or next(I still have not made up my mind yet) and she had asked if I had backed out of going on the inter-state trips that I said I would.
She, like myself is interested so much in touring every space of the earth. But unlike her, I am in a better financial position to fund this movement and also do I have the time. For now, I am looking to visit as many states in my country as money and safety would allow until I go international.
Quite frankly, in respect to this topic, I really wanted to state the the destination that has had the more impact on me was my place of birth. My state of birth. Sincerely, it's the one. I cannot express prolifically how living in this state and especially my neighbourhood has exposed me to life. It has given me a bird's eye view into the lives of the various social groups of people, has exposed me to closer interaction with people of different cultures, beliefs and thought patterns. It's a ghetto out here so I've somewhat learned to survive in the heat. I consider myself very street smart and I doubt if there's any issues with people and managing interactions and relationships with people in intense situations that I cannot handle.
But because, the topic laid emphasis on a 'travel destination,' the very next memorable location has got to be Enugu, Nigeria. The city/state where I had my university education.
It's totally different from where I was raised. It's calm, serene and quite peaceful. People go about their lives with an unusual peacefulness. Plus, it gives better experience with nature.
You know, when I first arrived there, although I was in a student environment which was buzzy with life coupled with my love for calm, it felt a little too extreme. The drama, noise and hastiness that came with my place of residence was lacking. I had felt that something was wrong with the place before i realized what i thought it was. But after living there for months and going back home, I wanted badly to return. I knew then that I was not cut out for the chaos I had grown in which I had felt was the normal.
It was beautiful to see that people had softer approaches to life. It wasn't the usual up-and-running, standing-on-your-toes kind of life.
And again, the air around there, unlike my state, was free of chemicals and soot. Clean!...it was clean. It took me getting into my town and finding it a little difficult to breathe to realize that I had been living in a dangerous zone.
I don't live there. I'm done with school and out of there now. But the place remains memorable and I see why some of school mates from my region chose to make there their residence. Every now and then, I visit there to remind myself to take things slow.
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