I’m growing into the person that my parents say I’m meant to be. I’m having my very own renaissance.
I’m coming at you from 39,908 feet above Atlantic City and a child kicking the back of my seat. I’m flying from Hartford, CT to Orlando FL – and I’m even wearing my Mickey Mouse mask and USF hoodie just in case people didn’t realize I’m from Florida!
I recently took a drive up from Florida to my home state of New York! I’m only spending the week here so I have to fill it with things I love, like hiking as I’m sure you have all realized by now is kinda the only thing I do. I was tired of the flat Florida trails and wanted to see some hills again.
My mom brought me on awesome hikes growing up and my dad took me to the FDR Park to go on runs but they couldn’t give me that local state of mind, those areas that are overrun with teenagers escaping their parents grasp and drinking shitty beer. I never did that.
How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?
I was talking to my parents today about how *funny* it is that I finally decided to start blogging after all of these years of them egging me on to do so. It’s even *funnier* that I’m focusing a lot on travel blogging now when I’m not traveling nearly as much or to as many places as I did in high school and college.
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
Growing up it never seemed like anything was wrong, I’d go to the dentist every six months and get told my teeth look great but I should start flossing. I’d go to the doctor every year and get told my blood pressure is great, I’m still short, and nothing has changed!
I’m going to file this under the ‘weird adult facts I’ve come across’ in my brain that I will maybe, one day, remember.