FUCK YOU AT LEAST YOU CAN WALK TO YOUR BEST FRIENDS HOUSE

I've changed my plans for life so many times; what I want to be, where I want to live, if I even want to get married or have kids, what I believe in. 

But one thing has always stayed the same. I don’t just want to see the world, but I need to. I absolutely know that I must travel. It’s not really about where I’ll travel to, it’s more about just leaving and going on and connecting with another culture that I find so beautiful. I get anxious when I stay in one place for too long. Maybe it has something to do with me growing up with a military father, but every year or two I become obsessed with leaving. Packing my things and just going somewhere. Anywhere. 

I used to not really know how to deal with this. It was so overwhelming. 

Then I just decided to start planning out trips to all of the places I want to go. And I mean, really plan them out.  I have a folder, that I’ve already planned out five trips; how long the trip will be (either over a week break, a whole summer, or up to two years), what activities I feel will get me the most involved in the new culture (or fulfill my intellectual or spiritual needs), and the budget (from $500, or $2000, or even $50000). 

Places so far:

• Tibet 
• Hawaii ( to hike)
• Mozambique 
• East Europe ( to backpack) 
• Cuba ( before the US gets completely shut out) 
• more to come….

I think planning it out in such detail gets me as close to living it out as possible, while still staying where people need me; here. But I really want to keep adding destinations and then maybe one day…… I’ll leave.