When the wait streeeeeetches

This. This is everything I needed to hear.

Okay funny story: I was looking for a photo to go with this post and typed in Okay funny story: I was looking for a photo to go with this post and typed in “waiting” on a stock photo site. This came up. PLEASE. I wish I looked that demure and composed during an extended season of waiting. So I include it here solely for comic relief. LOL!

First of all, who read Kristy’s post last week? I hope you’re doing a virtual hand raise right about now because it was good. Good-good.

And it got me thinking about waiting.

And about how easy it is to grow restless during a long wait. Or impulsive. Or all “what the heck am I doing and did I make a thousand wrong decisions that somehow got me to this weird plateau and has God forgotten about me???”

For some of us, anyway. Maybe there are really great wait-ers out there. People who do the whole patience thing with the ease…

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I want adventure in the great wide somewhere..

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“I want adventure in the great wide somwhere…”

Alright, so maybe I kidnapped that line from one of my favorite movies, but it is so true. I’ve always had it in my head that once I graduated college I needed to find the perfect career, to be in a job that had upward mobility, that I could make a living from and have a retirement from the end. This probably came from my mom continually telling me that she wants me to just find a good job that can go somewhere (I was told this once again earlier today, you think by 29 she’d realize it’s not exactly in the plans for me).

I don’t want to just have a job, a career to be able to have a retirement in my future, I want to have a job that allows me to travel to explore. My moms idea of travel tends to be cruises with excursions that have guides to parts of islands that have been commercialized and show nothing about the culture except what is practiced and rehearsed and allowed by the cruise companies. I’ve taken to traveling on my own, yet haven’t figured out how to tell her I don’t want her idea of traveling.

I don’t want to travel and stay at all-inclusives where you stay on a resort and never leave, I don’t want to take guided tours through a city or see the the latest tourist attraction. I want to stroll through the streets of Italy eating gelato, learn how to surf in Hawaii, watch the aurora borealis from Norway, wander the streets of London searching for fabric. I want to hike through the highlands of Scotland, maybe happen upon a castle or Nessie. I want to take part of a lantern festival in Thailand and explore the marine life in Australia. I want to travel to see the world, to meet new people, immerse myself into a new culture. I don’t want to travel to escape life, I want to travel to experience all the world has to offer and more.

Over the next few weeks I have a lot of decisions to make, what job to choose next, where to move, if I should stay in the states or look elsewhere for a job. Essentially where do I go next, I don’t know what the future has in store, but I do know that I will continue to explore and search for the adventure in it all.

-Elle