I feel stuck. That’s bad. But I start thinking about it, and say to myself ‘There are over 190 countries in the world, and I’ve been to, what? 6…7 of them?’ 7…out of 190 odd places to visit. I’ve always wanted to go to Egypt, ever since I was a little girl, but I’ve never been there. And Peru! I dream of going to Machu Picchu! And the Coliseum! And the Parthenon! And the Taj Mahal! What about the Great Wall of China? What about Big Ben in England? Eating pizza in Italy? Drinking beer in Germany?
Why I am telling you this, I’m not sure. It’s just how I feel right now. I feel bored. I feel unadventurous. I’m going away to college, but it’s not even out of state. Sure there will be new experiences, but it won’t take long before I get into a routine, and feel…this. This gnawing ache inside me that wants to run out of my house right now, jump on a plane and wake up in a new country, where people don’t speak English, and everything is new! And just keep going. Walking from country to country. Explore the Amazon! Rafting! Skydiving! Rock climbing! Surfing! Running! Danger! Excitement! LIFE! New people! New places! New food! New sights!
Did you know that below the equator there are different constellations? The Southern Cross for example. I haven’t seen it in 5 summers. Below the equator it’s summer in our winter. I could skip back and forth and never have to deal with winter again!
I could see things few people have seen. Who has actually gone to Easter Island? I want to be one of them! I bet there are so many things out in the world, just waiting to be discovered, but people are getting stuck. Behind books, and computers, and television, and the idea of a comfortable life. Comfortable? I don’t want to go to a job I don’t enjoy every day just so I can have money. I don’t want to settle down and give up all these dreams of travelling the world. There is so much OUT THERE!
I feel so stuck.
