Why I Travel

To kick off this blog, and summarize how I feel about the world, I'm posting an entry from a travel diary I started on my first trip to Australia:

8/23/01
"Flying over Sydney, preparing to land, I realize that the reason travel excites and intrigues me so much isn't because the world is foreign and exotic to me...quite the opposite. In fact, all the world seems vaguely familiar...places waiting to be re-found...neighbors welcoming me back. Deja vu."

This pretty much sums it up for me. More to come...