The Road is Life
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” -Jack Kerouac
While grad school has been an invigorating experience thus far, the time of the semester has come that I’m pretty over it. I’m ready to pack up and leave. It’s time for me to explore.
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Things I Like..
Not exhaustive, of course. Simply the little pieces that make up the bigger part of what is me.
Hot summer days
Confidence (borderline arrogance)
Exploring new places
Making life simpler for people
Drives down country roads
People playing with my hair
Looking at alternative perspectives
Heart to hearts with strangers
My dysfunctional family
Swimming at the river
When it gets late at night like nights such as this, I become restless. I am kept awake by a burning desire to explore- to take an adventure. To take an adventure that would lead me to new places, people, and cultures. But also an adventure to find myself in this massive world of ours. We are all so minute in the grand scheme of things. It only seems logical to find some essence of self-worth before trying to conform to our society’s idea of normal and successful.
What I want is to travel like Jack Kerouac, to have people like Japhy to guide me on a semi-spiritual journey. I will not take a plane. I love the wind from a nice roadtrip. I want to hike and meet locals and write and find the hidden treasures that tourism overlooks. It may be cliche, but nonetheless I want to be a traveller not a tourist.
There is something beautiful about being alone with your thoughts. I find that comes easiest with a walk or a drive in solitude. What better way to do that than a trip to the west coast. I just want to open my eyes to the world before I become just another mundane adult. Maybe I can avoid it completely.
Travel Aspirations: West Coast roadtrip with stops in Colorado and Utah, Backpacking Europe, Tomorrowland in Belgium, & Back to New Orleans, Chicago, and my OBX.
This is just the tired ramblings of a sleepy girl. Goodnight world.
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