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!
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.
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.
I have so many ideas to write about -a notebook full and a complimentary note on my phone! But when I get to my laptop and finally sit down to write I seem to have two struggles.
So the only way to remedy this sad feeling inside of me was to obviously blast the Pop Punk’s Not Dead playlist on Spotify, plan my future line up, and reminisce on some of my favorite concerts, which I decided to share with all of you.
With a lack of people in the office (none now due to Florida kinda dying), the excitement of weekend plans, and the thought of sleeping in until after the sun rises.