Rare Deep Post

It's really weird thinking of how much I changed over 15 years. I see old baby photos, and the only thing that's really stayed the same is my eye color. When I was rummaging through a box hidden away in my closet, I came across a bunch of old things I had forgotten about. An old blanket, a photo album...even my hospital wrist-band from when I was born. What's more, it's a bit creepy thinking that I'm halfway to thirty years old.

And I'm also looking forward and realizing how much freedom I'll have when I'm grown up. Maybe I'll buy a sailboat and spend a couple years just sailing around the coast. And I've always wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail with Peter.

Now, I'm at the time of my life that defines who I'll be when I'm an adult. Now's the time to act if I want to be a professional soccer player, or a musician, or a writer, or really anything. It's at these defining moments when one finds oneself with the most unanswered questions...

...like, "God, what on earth do you want me to do with myself? What's my calling?" or "Do I really feel like I'm on the right path? Did I make a wrong turn?" or "What am I turning myself into?" or "Who do people see me as? What do I mean to people around me?"

Sometimes the thing I want to do most is write. Other times I have this incredible urge to be an adventurer. Then, of course, I've always just wanted to have a quiet life tucked away in the country and spend my days baking pies and growing peaches. Or maybe I'd live in a city somewhere.

We just visited Tangier Island, a remote little island-town off the coast. It's quaint, lonely, gorgeous, and isolated, and I really considered living there when I grow up. But then again, it didn't feel as if it belonged. There weren't any real trees, and I love a place with trees that really belong there. Not just transplanted little scrawny things that you find in just-developed subdivisions.

And then we also saw Charleston. If you've ever been to downtown Charleston, you know how picturesque it is. It's so...I don't know...Southern, I guess, with all the palmettos and fried chicken and shrimp and grits. While we were there, I absolutely fell in love with it. But it's so hot and muggy that I really don't think I'd like to live there.

And of course there's Boston and Cape Cod...I would really enjoy staying there. Cranberry bogs, the ocean, all that history, nice summers...but I'd really miss the South.

I guess after rambling about all those different places that I really like home best. Hey, there's no place like home.

Okay, looking over this post I realized how much this strayed. This was more like uncollected thoughts that I happened to catch. Thanks for reading!

Hugs & Blessings,

Izori