As I’m writing this post I’m currently in a parking lot on a bust that should be enroute to Boston. I have already realized that I did not pick a good seat. Right now there is no one sitting next to me but I think someone might end up there. The lady in front of me has already stolen my outlet and I might have to ask her to move her bags to use hers because she’s not the only one on this bus double decker bus. I swear if she puts her arm back here one more time I may or may not lose it. She has already answered her phone
two three four times, they weren’t going to let her on for some reason, I wish they didn’t. Once I return I will do a formal review of my bus experience.
I thought since I’m writing this whilst traveling, I would share with you why I believe I started traveling in the first place.
When I was about three my dad’s side of the family went to Disney World, at the time the only kids were my cousin Chris and I. There are only a few very specific things, having a candy lipstick on the plane, crying when they sang happy birthday to me because it wasn’t my birthday it was my cousin’s they just didn’t want me to feel left out, and going to some Medieval dinner thing. That’s the first vacation I really remember.
As I got older, and my sisters starting coming along we used to go to my Grandmom’s beach house for the week (I think). My first really big vacation that I remember was going to Bush Gardens, it was really cool and we’ve actually been back since. All of these vacations were great, but I think the only that really did it for me was a road trip right before the fifth grade. We went up to Niagara Falls, which at the time didn’t impress me very much, but since returning I really like it. From there we went to Cleveland, Ohio namely Cedar Point Amusement Park, I know we were somewhere in Kentucky for a night, we went to Graceland, visited our friends in Tennessee, and went to Washington D.C. We were probably a few other places too but that was nearly ten years ago and I’m having trouble remembering. I think it was that road trip that really led me to my appreciation of travel.
The push and start of wanting to travel for the rest of my life started when I went to Europe the summer before my senior year. I had always been really interested in travelling but I never thought that’s something I would consider when trying to find a major. It was there I really discovered my love for the world and other cultures. That’s where I found my love for exploring cities, finding little things that people would overlook. I had become enlightened and fascinated with the world around me.
Now, a year and a half later nothing has changed. I want to see as much as I can. Junior year I’m going to study abroad and explore some more nooks and crannies of the world. Post-graduation I want to maybe go and do something like the Peace Corps. to try and change the world a little bit. The more I think about how big the world is, the more I want to see it. It makes me think that you really can’t waste anytime, every second is a moment that counts. Maybe by the time I’m aging the average life expectancy will be higher and it’ll give me more time, but I’m still going to explore as much as I can while I’m young. I’m going to try and take every opprotunity I’m given (if I have the financial support, I need a job next year) and make the best of each one.
So hopefully this lady hangs up her phone, I can watch some YouTube videos, and get some sleep. I might not be able to post tomorrow, but here’s the warning! Thanks for reading!