Travel
For as long as I can remember I have felt like I’ve had no passion. Everyone surrounding me seemed to have something; theirthing.They were obsessed with soccer; they were in love with their major; they had a dream job; they had been in dance classes since they could walk. It’s like they had it figured out and were willing to do anything to get there. Driven toward a goal. I was always jealous; so so so jealous. Nothing inspired me like it seemed to inspire everyone else.
But I’ve realized there is nothing in the world I enjoy more than.. well, the world. I want to see it. I want to see everything; I want to go everywhere. Do it all, live in every culture. Maybe it’s not the unconventional, ‘oh my god’, totally crazy revelation I’m making it out to be. But I guess my passion came to me in a much more subtle manner than I thought it would. But there it is. I want to travel. That’s what I want, and maybe my mind will change and I’ll find something else and maybe I won’t.
All I know is I’m going to spend 3 weeks this winter in India with my favorite people in this world. I’m beyond excited for that trip. And after that I guess we’ll see where the wind blows. I’ll live trip to trip, and obsessing about the next location will become my passion.
