My birthday was last week. Tuesday the 13th to be exact. And, of course, you never really feel any older on your birthday because you do not magically become 1 year older in 1 day. You age slowly over that year. But that is so painfully obvious, I do not even know whay I am writing about it. This year, I did not even feel like it was my birthday at all. I ran errands for most of the day and went to bed early because I had to be up a 4:30 the next morning. And my friends and cousins and I all went out on Saturday night. I am not even going to get into to that because it was a terrible night and I am still pissed at some of my family from that night. I just feel disappointed about my birthday and I feel like an ass for thinking that my birthday should be this major thing. That is why I get disappointed. I set myself up for it. I always do. Wow. I never meant to get all moody and angsty here, but there you go. It does feel like a bad omen that my 26th year started out like this… Well, bring it on 26. Give me your worst. I know, in the end, I will be better off for all of it.
I am the traveling girl. So obviously I love to travel. Anywhere. Anytime. My greatest, and perhaps my only true goal in life is to go everywhere and see everything. I am so amazed by the people, the sites, the history, the culture… I have barely scratched the surface of this impossible goal, but I love every minute of it. I feel so lucky to have seen what I have already seen, and so excited to keep going.
Sometimes I will dream that I am somewhere else and wake up confused. I have to remind myself that I have never been there, and then I add it to my list of places to see. That is a very long list. Actually, I have started to make a “bucket list” so many times, in so many different notebooks, but I never get anywhere near completing it. And it never has any sort of order to it. It will probably never be complete. And I am not so sure that it should be completed. Not if I want to go everywhere. It would take a lifetime just write down where I want to go. And I rather be traveling…and I am the traveling girl.
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermind wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
Hmmm… I love traveling, photography, laughing, watching films (good and bad alike), listening to music, history, reading, writing, dogs, walking, learning, The Beatles, dancing, fashion, my pups, vampires, makeup, quotes, Greece, halloween, giving gifts, snow days, getting dressed up or down, being a geek/dork, laying on the beach, funky jewelry, the Lord of the Rings, planning parties, decorating, Mr. Darcy, cool or beautiful art, weird tv shows, playing guitar, animals, John Lennon, autumn leaves, gently snow falling, sunflowers, owls, London, good causes, my crazy family, ice cream, True Blood, sleeping, sleeping in, chocolate, peace, alcohol, hanging with my friends, goofing off, smiling, imagining, fairytales, dirty minds/jokes, life, nonsense, sparkle, muppets, fantasy, Snoopy, rain, cursing (especially in other languages), shoes, dreaming, pineapple, not-too-sappy love stories, words, bumblebees, Dr. Seuss, nail polish, someEcards, karaoke, playing board games, and a bunch of other stuff that I cannot think of right now.