I have been back in the Pacific Northwest for two weeks now and I have to say it is surreal.
The last four months have been a blur of new faces, places and food; adventure and experiences to last a lifetime and I could not be happier to have no money. A long time ago a friend of mine said it is all about the journey, not the destination and this trip proved that. I have flashes of the beaches, chicken bus rides and smells at the local markets…some good and some not so much. At the age of 36 I proved that I am still curious and able to navigate the world at large. My brother called this journey my walk about…referring to an aboriginal rite of passage. I don’t know what to call it but redefining who I am from a woman that was starting to loose interest in the life around her. I have always been curious about what is out there but I grew a bit complacent and started to veer down a self-destruction path that I knew would not be good.
So rather than regret what I may not do, where I may not go; I went….I saw and I lived fully and savagely. I pushed passed comfort zones that I had grown to take for granted. This journey fed my curiosity and I have to say I want to travel more. I want to see other places, take cheesy photos and meet strange people that may become friends. I have only started to knock some of the things off my bucket list and I want to keep going. Meeting people that have traveled the world has only made me more determined to do it for myself. I have nothing limiting my travel plans as of yet so why not…
The other day I wrote, ‘keep dreaming! the world is large and vast, full of places to discover. don’t settle when your feet ache to stretch in new sand, tromp on new soil and splash in the oceans.’ I love to travel. I am part wanderlust and part curious. I want to stretch out, letting my fingers reach for the sky and my soul to soak in the rays of sun.
If it is all about the Journey…why wait for to write the next
page in your own story.
Go Forth…Be Kind.