I’m constantly trying to get out and go somewhere, try something new, and EAT. EAT. EAT. I can’t sit still, well unless I’m dead broke, and even most of the timeāit really doesn’t stop me.
I’ve always had this sort of mental itch, it doesn’t matter how young I was. While the kid sister slept through our long drives and time in the car, I was wide awake (probably singing a song I heard on “Barney & Friends,” even though I was slightly older than the viewing audience at the time) and taking in the scenery, memorizing cities, rest stops, freeways, street names, yadda… I was curious about this world and what it had to offer. I didn’t care that the drive to San Diego was 8+ hours, that the drive to Vancouver took an entire day and then some, and that we drove four hours to the Grand Canyon from Las Vegas just to turn around after kickin’ it for 30 minutes.
I never minded, the journey was always worth the destination, just to say I’ve been there.
We’ve been to Hawaii & NY every year for the past two years, and as much as both locations are calling my name and tempting me with cheap airfare or crazy deals, I must decline. My soul tells me I need to visit someplace new, a fresh spot that has yet to be explored, with hype that needs to be shut down or tested true, I must oblige.