After I graduated college I had big dreams to see the world. After spending so much time dreaming about doing so and reading other people’s stories, I knew it was my time. I couldn’t wait for it all to begin.
I imagined spending my days on beaches with crystal clear water.
I would picture myself wandering through cobblestone streets, leading to castles that are older than my country.
I thought “what if I could sit by the sea all day and stare across, wondering what was out there staring back at me on the other side?”
“What man-made art would I find in the most unlikely places?”, I thought.
And I figured that maybe I could spend hours being entertained by something so simple as the rocks I would sit on by the sea.
I would see places that were on my bucket list and be in awe of it’s beauty.
And I’d even make friends from around the world and travel with them for days at a time, making some of the best memories of my life.
...and I did these things. I spent nearly two years doing this, and it was incredible. But after a while, it becomes monotonous. You find yourself feeling more alone and purposeless than you are excited to be seeing these beautiful places. I thought that maybe coming to California and establishing a home would fix things, but it hasn’t. Not quite yet. I know I can do this, I just need some positive people and things in my life here to jump start it.
I won’t give up. I won’t give up. I will keep going until I find happiness again. I will keep telling myself this even though I don’t always feel like it’s the truth.