Wanderlust Calls For Adventure

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The time ticks slowly on the wall as the seconds pass by in an eternity. My mind wanders to other places in the world imagining what sites to visit, cuisine to try and fresh air to bask in. I’m hungry to get away from this small town I grew up in. When I walk outside, all I see is the same landscape, the same sky, and the same faces.

There is nothing too much interesting to see with everyone tucked away in their homes in their own little worlds. Monotony drips in dreariness as the same things happen every day. My schedule is always the same: Wake up, go to school, look for work. Dry, rinse, and repeat.

If only I could get away to Paris and walk under their lights. If I could see the moon, taste the sweets, and drink in the art. Or if I could only go to Rome and have a latte for breakfast, a plate of Carbonara for dinner, or even a small plate of Tiramisu. I’d be so happy to get away for a while and see the Big Ben, look at some castles, and write about life in another time.

I can’t wait for something interesting to happen. Something new worth seeing. If only I could get away for a little while to write a story worth telling.

I know I should feel more thankful for living in a great place. I have everything I could ever need at just a drive to the supermarket. However, something feels as if it is missing and it is the thirst for sites I’ve never seen before.

My youth should be spent seeking enjoyment, not just locked away working night and day. I might never get these years back again and if I meet someone and have kids too young I’ll never get to go outside and see the world the way I want to.

If only I could get through these responsibilities, tasks, and debts that call for my attention day and night then I could make some time for travel in the future. All the hard work will be worth the wait and the sweet taste of cultural exploration will be savored in much gratitude.

However, everything in life is a process and every season has its cycle. If I can make it through my commitments I won’t regret the restless days of studying and laborious hours looking for work. It will all come to fruition and I’ll be happy to see that I’ve made it to where I set my goals in years of anticipation and hard work.

I won’t regret the lonely nights I spent awake reading. Hours of planting myself in front of the computer screen to get my assignments in on time. I won’t regret the social isolation of cutting my schedule to meet deadlines nor all the weight gain I’ve put on for hours of being sedentary to study for exams. It will all be worth it in the end because I am just a work in progress.

All these places I want to go to will still be there when I get there. Though seasons change, people mature and move on, cities tend to flourish and blossom into their current natural beauty. I don’t know how they could become more beautiful than they already are.

But I’m hopeful that it will all work out in the end and that I won’t miss out on anything as I am tucked away in my corner of the world trying to get my life together. Isn’t that what it means to be young anyway? You reap what you sow so my harvest will be abundant after I graduate and am ready to move on and see the world.

Then, when I’m old and come back home I’ll have a story worth telling. I’ll have lots to share and pictures worth sharing. I would have lived and had experiences that I wouldn’t have been able to have before. All because I put myself first and got my education to become something spectacular just like my family always prayed for.