Here comes another confessional blog post.
I talk about adventure and travel all the time,
but really I can be quite the chicken.
I desire to be that woman who
knows 7 languages
has traveled the globe
and
always has a story to tell.
I want to be
"Marie" off of the movie "Dan in Real Life",
or
"Belle" from "Beauty and the Beast",
or
Elizabeth Gilbert author of "Eat, Pray, Love".
I want to "want adventure in the great wide somewhere"
I want to "want it more than I can tell".
But the truth is,
I am not a risk-taker.
I like to play things safe.
Roller Coasters terrify me.
I will be boarding my first solo flight in 4 days,
and I am freaking out a little bit.
I will be living in another country for 4 weeks this summer,
and I am freaking out a little bit.
Don't get me wrong,
I am SO excited about these trips,
but I am an unexperienced traveler
about to embark on some adventures that put me out of my comfort zone.
But then again it wouldn't be an adventure
if I wasn't out of my comfort zone.
So this wannabe vagabond is about to
jump in head first into the great wide somewhere.