Yes it is not june 28th anymore. (I am a little behind) But figured I needed to write a little blurb for that date anyways.
2 years ago I returned from abroad. From adventure, from unforgettable life lessons, from what life is suppose to be. You are probably thinking, "really? get over it." (At least one of you is) And I tell you this, I wish I could. Okay not completely. But sometimes I really wish I could stop thinking about being back there, stop wishing time could reverse, stop hoping I was there now. There are those moments I get such vivid memories of certain places, situations, feelings. And it aches. That is how traveling is suppose to make you feel. How passion is suppose to make you feel. And I love it, and hate it, as I sit here at my desk in San Diego, knowing that in 1 month it will be 3 years since I left for that glorious journey through Europe.
My how time flies. And only on anniversaries such as these do I really start to wonder what I am doing. Where am I going. When do I start. I am young, with nothing to tie me down (well financials aren't really all that secure), soon would be a pretty perfect time to begin another adventure, don't you think? The ball's in my court as they say and right now I am stuck at the free throw line, staring down that basket, gripping that ball, listening to that clock tick seconds away. I have so many options yet no clear direction on which path to take, which chapter to begin. And while I sit, pondering life's many questions and my own place in it, time moves on. Just need to put one foot in front of the other. And sooner or later I will find myself where I am suppose to be. Or at least, close enough to it. :)
Safe Travels my friends.
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