(admittedly, the following is totally a white whine. this being my personal blog and all I’m ok with that. but you’ve been warned)
I’ve been struggling with an annoying sense of unrest lately. I feel like I’m stuck for some reason. I’ve been dying to travel, but keep coming up with a million and one excuses not to. Some are more legitimate than others, but for the most part they’re just excuses.
The other day I was sitting on my couch just kind of staring and trying to suss out why I’ve been so out of sorts lately. I was absentmindedly glancing at the photos I have hanging on the wall over the couch – mostly pictures from my senior year of college and a few months after – and it hit me. I AM stuck. Every one of those photos was taken in a 6-8 month span of time that I would very easily call the best time of my life thus far. So I dug into that…
That period of my life was defined by one thing: growth. I traveled, I made friends, I learned a LOT. I took risks. I did things that weren’t necessarily characteristic (like paragliding in the Swiss Alps) but that pushed the limits of what I knew and caused me to grow and have new experiences that have informed who I am now.
I’d even argue that this was true for the time I lived in SF. Mostly because I had friends who introduced me to whole new worlds of things (even things as simple as good vs. bad beer (I can thank Tilly for that one)).
Now that I’m back East, everything has been about reacquainting myself with my comfort zone – I grew up around here. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being back here. In fact I haven’t been this happy in a long time, but on the flip side of that I haven’t felt this restless in just as long.
I guess it comes down to that: I need adventure. I need to stop making excuses and start taking risks again. I need to not over-analyze everything (see above) and just start DOING things. I need to remember that packing up and going somewhere for the weekend is as simple as that: throw some stuff in a backpack and go. And I also have to remember that I had a perfectly amazing time traveling by myself for 6 weeks, so relying on other people for travel plans isn’t an excuse either. I’m too settled and I’m too young to be this settled. Time to change that.
So what’s my first adventure? Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m open to suggestions. I’ve been religiously following airfare deals lately so maybe I’ll go somewhere that way. Or maybe I’ll just rent a car and drive. Who knows. But I have to make this happen before I drive myself nuts.