The funny thing about my life is I’m never in one place for long. The longest I’ve ever lived in one place was 7 years, but after about two years, I wanted to leave. I wanted to go somewhere new. Of course, I lived in the middle of nowhere, and had two friends (who weren’t very good friends). I try not to make too many plans, because I never know where I’m going to be in two years. Last year I thought I was going to live in Los Angeles for a while, but now I live in Texas. Not really what I was planning, but it’s what happened. I suppose it sounds strange, but I’m oddly happy with this life. Although I would like to live in one place for longer than two years (now that I can control where I live and what I do), I’m okay with never knowing where I’ll be next. At this rate, maybe I’ll be able to see the whole world before I’m 35. I like adventure. Actually, I crave adventure. Staying in one place for a long time really bores me. The people I meet and the sights I’ve seen are amazing, and they’ll always be with me. Memories are good, but making new ones, in my opinion, are better. I have friends from many different places. Granted, most of them are American, Canadian, and European, but there are a couple from India, and Africa, and Korea. I have so many friends that no matter where I travel, I’ll always have a couch to crash on.
I’m a leaf in the wind. I don’t care where I go, because when I land, there’s a new adventure waiting for me. Someone waiting to meet me. Maybe instead of making plans this month, try to let things happen. Look for adventure. Be a leaf on the wind. It’ll change you. Trust me.