Traveling inspires me to write whereas writing inspires me to live…
When I read that sentence, I knew what my decision should be…Right now, I am in the process of choosing another path for my life:
I have been living in a confused state of mind, how I want my life to work out, settle down young, get married, have kids, blah blah blah…or stay adventurous, exploring more of the world, meeting someone as nomadic as myself…I am in a constant state of war with myself.
I have been writing out pros and cons lists to no avail, and every time, I smile at the thought of Alaska, to my friends…But I also smile at the thought of possibility of a more intense life, how does a nomad stop and say “enough is enough?”
As a friend from London pointed out today: my mind has already been made, at least subconsciously, as I have prepared for Central America by dying my blond hair dark brown, to attract as little attention as possible.
My God, who knows where my life is about to lead? I wonder where I will be in one month! The thought of not knowing where I even plan on being is exciting in itself!