I want adventure in the great wide somewhere..


“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.


Nerd Tours: Hay-on-Wye The Town of Books Part 2

I’ve been organizing my pictures lately and found more from my trip to Hay-on-Wye so decided to share them. See the first post Here.

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Nerd Tours Tuesday: Hay-On-Wye the Town of Books

Hay-on-Wye: The Town of Books.

We’ve all seen the pictures on pinterest. A town full of books, shelves indoors and outdoors, rows and rows of books in one small quaint town. This is the place only book-nerds dream of! And than the impossible happens! You discover that it exists! This is how your average book addict/travel blogger would respond.

giphyOnce more, once you discover this town and learn it is within 2 hours of where you are staying in Wales it is time to plan your visit. Hay-On-Wye is in Wales and literally translates as “The town of books.” The town is literally full of book stores, many of which are themed, mostly second hand and antique books but so much phone to get lost in. My only regret was that I was not there during Hay Fest in May, it’s a HUGE book festival that has hosted J.K Rowling, Steven Moffat and so many more! Some day I will be there for the festival!

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Also if you have time stop by one of the local restaurants for a meal, we were there on a Sunday and had there Sunday dinner special! It felt like a home-cooked meal and the restaurant felt like we were just hanging out at a friends house and enjoying a meal together.


I loved my time and Hay and cannot wait to go back sometime to experience Hay Fest! The town is literally on the England/Wales border and although out of the way is a beautiful drive and so worth it!


Words to live by.


And there is so much, so much to see…

I don’t have a full post today, there will be one this week, but for now I leave you with this.


“We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.”

I have this thing about shoes. I hate replacing them. I wear them as long as possible. To the point that they are falling apart and dead. When I came home from college for a visit I use to have to hide my shoes or my Mom would find a way to make them disappear. Need proof? Here’s what my last three years of shoes have looked like.





My shoes are loved. They are filled with stories. My latest pair (the top picture) are past the point of wearable, and although it should be easy going into a shoes store and buying a new pair, it’s not. (It took me around 6 shopping trips to finally suck it up and purchase the polka-dot pair). When I think of everywhere those shoes have taken me, the stories that fill them, I’m not ready to part with them. I’m not a super sentimental person, but there’s just something about my shoes, where they’ve been and where they are going that makes me not want to give them up.

My last pair survived 5 weeks of Youth America Summer Camp, a week of Kids Camp and a week of Foster Kids Camp. They traveled to the Massachusetts and Pennsylvania this summer and walked through downtown Boston and historic Salem. They spent a week in Disney World making memories with family. Flew across the ocean and landed in Cardiff, Wales stepping through time and visiting castles. They boarded a train and walked all over the city of London, took a cruise down the Thames, wandered from Baker Street to Platform 9 3/4. They returned to the states and survived Leadership Conference and Christmas Spectacular.

These shoes have been a lot of places this year. They’ve made some memories. They are filled with stories, choices made, took a left instead of a right.

I guess it’s time for a new pair though. A new year, a new set of stories and memories to create. A new adventure. New Changes. Maybe this time it will be a right instead of a left. You never know what stories await you just around the corner. And as the 11th Doctor once said “We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one.”


Fernweh: An ache for distant places

Fernweh: An ache for distant places. A craving to travel.

Fernweh, a German world that has no true English definition, since I am not German I cannot understand the true meaning of this word culturally, but from everything I read this word courses through me. This word is defined as the opposite of home-sickness.

I dream of far off places, of new cultures and cities, of living in another country, experiencing a new life. It is not that I want to run away from the life I have, but I have always had a desire…a need to travel. I’ve always felt that there was something more for me. That where I live isn’t necessarily where I belong.

I don’t want to constantly be changing where I live and never settle down somewhere but there are places that I feel I must visit. The closer I get to my trip to the United Kingdom the more I believe that I will get there and realize I may never want to leave (which finding a job in the UK is actually pretty difficult).

Fernweh. It is the perfect word. It makes sense. It describes exactly how I feel. I’ve met so many people who don’t care to travel, who don’t understand the need to see other places to explore new worlds. That life isn’t for me. I need to experience the world that God created for me. I need to see the work He has done on different continents, the people from across the glove. The history that has shaped our lives. I’m ready for the adventure. Are you? What places are you longing to see? Where is it you would like to go?