My mind is running in a thousand directions. Granted that's probably an exaggeration, but my thoughts really are all over the place. I've basically been sitting around for the last...I don't know year or so waiting to find someone to travel with me. After many failed attempts, I decided that since I couldn't travel I should work on my degree. So although the year hasn't been a total waste (I've almost got 3 classes finished this year towards a degree - of course I haven't decided on a major yet, but that's a story for another post), I haven't really traveled since my sister and I went to Thailand in 2011. We took a super short trip to Panama last year, but it was so short it almost doesn't count. I'm so, so glad we did go though, because now that she's married (and kids will probably soon be on the way), that very well might be the last trip we take together for a very long time.
All this non-travel is getting to me and starting to make me irritated, well, maybe restless is a better word. I've been reading quite a few blog posts lately and I'm really starting to think that I'm going to have to go it alone. As one of the blogs pointed out to me (Twenty-Something Travel), if your only alternative is not traveling then you'd better go solo. That fact, plus finding out about house sitting and Australia & New Zealand Holiday Visas, made me really think that I couldn't keep waiting for someone to have the money or the time to go with me. If I wanted to travel I was gonna have to try it on my own. I'm not that outgoing or independent, and I'm sorta scared to death at the possibility of trying it on my own, but isn't this what my blog is about? Doing things on purpose?! There are a hundred reasons to wait - a friend might finally be able to go with me, I have a good job I'd have to quit, I will really miss my family... The list could go on and on...but as Steph from "Twenty-Something Travel" said, "Don't wait for someone else to make your life happen. Go out and earn it yourself."
