I was born to travel. More than once I've related the feeling I get when I'm in a new place to a high. I'm addicted to that high.
We are in California now. I love California, don't get me wrong - but boy do I miss traveling. Yes, I've been exploring some of my state and loving it, but there's something different about waking up in a place with an entirely different language and culture.
Steven and I have changed around a lot of things in our life lately. A year ago we were living in Europe. Neither of us were in school (not counting my online classes) and we had very wonderful, very flexible jobs that allowed us a fairly comfortable lifestyle and frequent opportunities to travel.
Sometimes I find myself thinking: Why would we give that up? What were we thinking?
I have to remind myself that even though life often seemed perfect in Europe, we had no opportunity for growth there. America is where we need to be to finish our education and transition into careers we love.
Our life here is not going to be as glamorous, at least not for a while. I'm in the middle of an 18 unit semester of school and sometimes I can't even find the time to breathe, let alone plan trips and fabulous adventures.
I'm not done traveling. I'll never be done traveling - but I'm coming to terms with the fact that I need to be happy with how life is NOW. I need to recognize the beauty of where I am instead of sighing wistfully at every picture I see of someplace else. I need to count my blessings.
I live in a country where I'm allowed to receive an education.
I have a family who loves me.
A husband I would do anything for.
There is love and laughter and fun in my life and I am blessed beyond measure.