I’ve always been a romantic and daydreamer with records of thoughts that have all conjured up a whimsical adventure. As a child, it may have been used as an immediate escape from the struggles in the current life or desire for something bigger than the goals I was currently pursuing.
In high school, shows like Passport to Europe would inspire 30 minute “nap” times or breaks consisting of laying on the couch, closing my eyes, and dreaming up my next big adventure in some new city or country. I’ve always had a spirit to explore and staying anywhere for too long felt like a trap from seeing the world through a different lens. Maybe it’s because living in the same area feels like a book that never ends or like placing a bookmark in a book that is no longer interesting.