In my last few posts I know I told you all that I've decided that I'd become a vagabond of sorts and that I would be moving around at random and experiencing new things and cities, etc. Well, now that I've made the first step in that voyage I have realized that I am a wuss and that I might have gotten mixed signals from myself. I told myself that I wanted out and that I wanted something new and adventurous. ....I might have misunderstood what I was telling myself lol.
Though I love travel and experiencing new things I have come to a point in my life where I want to settle in somewhere. And despite what I thought when I was younger, I want to be as close to my family as possible. I am loving my little 'break' here but I am definitely decided that I do not want to be here permanently. Actually the day I got here I wanted to turn around and go home. Alot of people are expecting many things from me that I just don't think I'll be able to it give them. I admit that I have no clue what the hell I'm doing...in any aspect of my life. I'm still trying to figure out what I should/want to do be doing. I may never figure it out. But what I do know and what is clear at this point in my life is that I love travel, I love meeting new people, I'm enamored with history and I can take as many vacations as my wallet and good planning can get me but that I don't want to leave my family very far behind. Life is too short to piss away time with those who you care about most.
So in conclusion...I have no idea what I'm doing other than disappointing some people, confusing myself, putting miles on my car and continuing to try and figure out what I'm doing with myself. :)