My Heart Yearns For Adventure

Once in awhile I let my mind wander. It's always this one scenario I play out in my head.


I'm at the airport with one small suitcase in my hand, a backpack on and smile on my face. I pull the world map out of my backpack and stare at it for a second. I close my eyes and drop my finger on the map. My eyes open and I see my finger on the Red Sea. Well that won't do. I close my eyes and twirl my finger once again and my finger lands. I open my eyes. Australia. My next destination. I take my life savings and buy a one way ticket to Australia. I would stay there for 6 months, find a nice host family to stay with while I work odd jobs such as waitressing to pay my rent and meals. I would wander the city, see the sights, embrace myself in the culture and meet people of all sorts. After embracing each place i've inhabited and just about settled in, I would up and move on to the next. It would take me 6 months till I would pull out the map once again, close my eyes and choose a new place. And then after another 6 months repeat the process, repeatedly till my heart is content. Without a home, living from paycheck to paycheck, I would be like a hobo of the world. I would wander the world God created, see His creations. I would be a free spirit just learning about life itself and experiencing the beauty and darkness it holds.Could you imagine all the different types of people i'd meet, the stories i'd have?

But then my mind comes back and I remember the things I must accomplish here too. I'll just have to find my own adventure here to pacify my heart.

Silent Readers

I'm not even really sure who even reads my blog. Someone told me awhile back that they read my blog and I was surprised. I didn't know know he knew it existed. I'm fairly open on my blog considering it's a public blog, which I hope doesn't bite me back in the butt. But I have always been a pretty open person and writing on blogs have always been quite therapeutic.

I wonder why people read my blog. And some of my posts have a lot of words, so for anyone to even commit to reading an entire post is kind of amazing (Well actually the way the layout of my blog is, it looks a lot longer than it actually is but people tend to be visual creatures) Granted i'm weird but am I even that interesting of a person? Is it because they enjoy my insights? Or they find somewhat of a connection to me through my daily struggles? Or if they are encouraged by my words? Or if they just want to get to know me? Or because it's in their blog newsfeed and it's simply there to read? Or is it the same reason I do? I love reading my friends blog or even some random people's blog because what the person chooses to share and how they choose to share intrigues me. I love being updated on their lives; there's this silent connection. I can't explain it, but it really makes me happy when my friends blog. Ok that sounded really loserish, but ay, no shame. haha Ok goodnight, for a person finally just starting to get over my horrible flu I should have been in bed 5 hours ago.

But to end with a question to appease my curiosity, what keeps you coming back to reading my blog anyways?