Point: I love adventure. I didn’t always. I used to be totally scared. Something changed (?). Home was too small/needed to leave. College was great first escape. Changed my perception of home. Now home is a safe place again, but not a place to stop. It’s a between places recharging place/re-grounding.
The point is that there is no final destination in sight for now. I’m restless and hopeful and hopeless all at once. And scared, but of missing out on things instead of trying new things. That fear of trying new things is there still but overridden by the self loathing I feel when I miss out on something.
My list of dreams include glass blowing, marine biology, oceanographer, photographer, writer, magazine photojournalist, hiking the AT, living in another country that different from my own, learning about people, conquering my awkwardness in conversations and find a way to really enjoy meeting new people, explore a castle in Europe without tourists or barriers, scuba dive, live in Hawaii, California, and Colorado, raft guide, be a great kayaker, be a good skier, teach, go back to Haiti, take a cross country road trip to get to know my own country.
You start off talking about your boring normal life. You have to see the world! Now Queens is just another pit stop, where I feel comfortable, less innocent, but still bored.
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You are young! Do it ALL! Have no regrets when you are older and create great memories. Enjoy and get the most out of life!
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