I've never really been able to decide what I'm going to do with my life.
I know there are some things that I'm going to do. I'm going to keep reading for the rest of my life. If I go blind, I'm going to learn braille just so I can keep reading. If I lose my hands after I go blind, I'll learn to read with my feet. Reading is a thing that I will always do.
I hope to travel for a good bit of the rest of my life. I live for travel, for seeing new places and experiencing new things. Every time I go someplace new, my spirit itself is renewed, and I feel like I've grown more as a person. Travel changes me, defines me, makes me who I am and who I will be. I love living in new places and experiencing new cultures. I lived out in New Mexico for two and a half months. The desert was different than anything I had ever experienced. That difference is why I value those two and a half months more than almost any other time in my life.
I can't imagine life without travel.
But I also have a loyalty to home, to my state, to my family. So when I'm asked where I eventually want to live, I come to a stalemate between wanting to be a traveling vagrant and wanting to firmly plant my butt in the Southern soil it was raised in.
I thought that by now I'd have my life figured out. I'll be 23 this August. I decided my freshman year of college that I'd have everything figured out by now.
The one thing I have figured out is that you can't plan the future. That I don't have my life planned out, and that I have to be okay with that.