Words have always come easy to me, so much so that I have used writing as a therapy for years. But, throughout the past few weeks, each time I have sat at my computer, I have been at a complete and total loss of words. In fact, last week, my computer made it all the way to England and Ireland, and yet I did not open it to write. Not once. Now, I sit here again, 32,000 feet in the sky, still with a lack of words in expressing what I want to say.
For some time, I feel like my life has been at a crossroads, and I just have to pick a direction to head in. It’s a simple task, and yet, it seems arduous. Breaking out of my comfort zone while I’m traveling is one thing, but in my daily life, it’s an entirely new notion. Still, as my last days in my twenties slowly tick away, I feel many changes on the horizon.
The past year has been an interesting one and one that refused to go as planned. Instead of galavanting across the globe as I had hoped, I got stuck at home. Home was a place I couldn’t wait to get away from, and yet, when I was stuck there, I was able to appreciate the people there, as well as the life I had continuously tried to escape from. That, of everything I’ve learned this year, has to be the most meaningful lesson.
Because I grew comfortable and happy in the realization of all I have at home, I have made home a happier place. I spend quality time with those I love, complain less about the mundane, and I enjoy going to work each day. I have found happiness in normal life, which is what I spent the last five years trying to escape from.
While I may not have discovered as many new places as I thought I would, I still traveled a great deal. I rang in 2014 in Barcelona, spent the first day of the new year in London, visited Lake Placid with friends, ate and drank my way through Puerto Rico, attended a wedding in Italy, hiked five high points in the United States, relaxed in Martha’s Vineyard, witnessed my best friend get married in London, visited my family in Ireland, and now, I’m spending my birthday weekend in a new city: New Orleans.
It’s been one heck of a year and knowing all that I have seen and done, as well as all of my accomplishments in the past twenty-nine years, has left me confident that it’s time for a new decade. As always, I couldn’t be more excited to embark on this new adventure.
While I have no idea exactly what the next few years have in store for me, I know that if I continue to live my life with energy, ambition, and a constant appreciation for the present moment, I will accomplish more of my goals and lay the foundation for all of my dreams. I do not plan on ever truly growing up, and I’ve surrounded myself with some of the best companions from around the globe to help me on my journey. I’m incredibly grateful for the love I have found in this world, and I’m so excited to continue discovering the world culture by culture and person by person.
So as I sit here, miles above it all with a glass of red wine in my hand, I can honestly say, without question, that I am as happy as I have always imagined myself to be. This life I have managed to dream up for myself is nothing short of amazing, and I am so proud of where I am at the current moment and looking forward to each and every moment yet to come.