There are a few things in life that I have been realizing about myself lately:
- I am pushing 25 and I haven’t traveled since I was 10.
- I’m always happier when there is some form of chaos in my life, more specifically, moving.
- I have yet to reach all the goals that my naive-18-year-old-self set.
There was a time in my life where I was completely spontaneous and a total risk taker. I did anything I though would make me happy, or even things I knew would make me miserable in the long run. But I did it! If I wanted to drive to a place 5 hours away to get a hot dog, I would. If I wanted to meet someone off the internet, I would. Somewhere along the way of becoming an adult, I’ve completely lost that spark. What happened to that gypsy soul? I got sucked into the mundane, humdrum life that I so often despised when I was young. That is, until recently.
I have no idea where the idea even sparked from to be honest. I was sitting on the couch with my husband, doing the usual Thursday night thing, watching the usual Thursday night show. Miserable. How did my life become such a routine? I’m 24 going on 45. I wanted to travel to every country before I was 30. Experience everything I could possibly experience, but at the rate I’m going, that really didn’t seem likely to happen for me. So then it hit me like a meteor crashing into earth, disrupting the compose of my mind, leaving me dazed by the powerful force. Why can’t I travel? Why can’t I experience everything until my heart is content? I don’t have a career, I don’t have kids, I don’t have anything tying me down except for my two cats who just happen to be portable. So I voiced my concerns to my husband.
He was absolutely ecstatic that I wanted to just to up and leave. That I wanted to travel to every state that our country had to offer us, even what Canada had to offer us. Hell, even the world. So we started planning. We’re still planning. Where we’re going, what we’ll need, how much money, where we’ll stay, what we’ll do. That’s pretty much the only thing we’re planning. How long it takes is completely up in the air. We may even stay in one place for a couple months to earn more money when the inevitable happens and we run out. We’re not going to be stuck anymore. Sure we may be looking at this whole thing through rose-colored glasses, but at least we’re doing SOMETHING. Something different, something semi-spontaneous, but also something that seems tangible. Like it really could come into fruition.
That’s why I am starting this blog. This is one of those big AHA! moments. An epiphany where it could be the turning point of my life and I want it documented. Sure I might forget to write sometimes, or I might update in bulk. But I completely intend on blogging and vlogging about our soon to come adventures. My intentions are all the matters to me now. Look out world, your gypsy is coming for you.