First, I think I should talk about the title. Yeah, I know, it’s not ‘in which I blah blah.’ Weird, right? I got tired of doing those. They were becoming harder to come up with, and they’re so repetitive. Which brings me right to my point:
Moving forward. Scary thought to most, completely cowing to some, exciting to others. I group myself among the latter option. I look forward to moving on to new things. That doesn’t mean that I’m not intimidated by the thought of the future; it just means that I can’t stay in one place too long before I get insanely restless. Cabin fever. Stir crazy. Others synonyms. I need a change of scene more often than most people. I need adventure.
Some people refer to people like me as ‘adrenaline junkies.’ I hesitate to call myself that because there are times when I would rather sit and read a book than go parachuting. I would love to parachuting. And zorbing. And hang gliding. And surfing. And snowboarding. And, before I die,bungee jumping. Stuff like that. But I don’t want to do that kind of stuff all the time. I like new things, but I also enjoy relaxing and doing things I know I can have fun doing.
I’m also not much in the way of doing things that I know cause pain. I don’t like pain…haha.
But I want to live out my dreams, and right now zorbing is on my bucket list. So is travelling….anywhere. Everywhere. That’s one thing a lot of people don’t like. Travel. I love it, as long as I don’t have to sit in a cramped, hot car for more than 10 or so hours. Planes. I like those huge, metal, winged beasts a whole bunch of a lot.
First place on my travel list is Italy. Specifically, Venice. After Venice, though, it’s really wherever the wind takes me.
And no, you can’t stow away in my luggage. Sorry.