I wrote a poem...

Sometimes, during my 3 hour night class, my brain wanders a bit. Here is the product of tonight's wandering...I haven't played around with poetry in a while so sorry if this is awful.

So What Will You Do With Your Life?
Someone once told me I could be what I want to be.

I told them, "I want to be free."

But as I grew older, things started to change.
They told me to be realistic and stable.

I told them,  "I'll go anywhere I'm able."

They said go to school, get a job, and save money.
They said find a man to love you and call you honey.

I told them, "That's not for me."

They frowned at me and shook their heads.
They said my dreams were much too grand.

I told them, "I can do it, just take my hand."

So here I stand, feeling wild and free.
Wondering if they ever really meant to be what I want to be.

I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?

Oh hey there, internet...it's been a while. In fact, I realized I haven't written since I left camp. Well, I've written, I've written a ton actually...just perhaps not things I want the entirety of the internet to be privy to. But I've been wanting to return. There's something about knowing that my thoughts are out there to be pondered by others that I like. And I've had a ton of thoughts as of late. Not that I don't always, but my brain has been exceptionally busy.

So, I graduate in May. FINALLY. So obviously the question everyone feels inclined to ask me is what I'm going to do with my life. And my answer remains, I don't really know. I know how this looks. It makes me look lazy and unambitious. But let me assure you that it is quite the opposite. You see, I look at this whole world and see it as full of opportunity to go places and do things and live. I just don't know where to start.

Also, I seem to have missed out on the "American Dream" gene. What I mean by that is that there is no part of me whatsoever that has any interest in accumulating wealth and buying a house and settling down, etc. In fact, that sentence was a but painful to write...really, I was cringing the whole time.

Can I let you in on a secret? Can I tell you what my ultimate dream life would look like? I want to be a nomad. I want to fall in love with new places over and over again for the rest of my life. I want to sell all of my crap and just go. Where? Everywhere. Seriously, in the states, out of the states, everywhere. I want to pick a place on the map, go there, find a job, and just do life there for a while until I leave again.

Who ever told us that wasn't ok? Who told us we had to be responsible adults who have retirement accounts and 9-5 jobs? Because I think that person needs to be punched. Because there's too much out there for me to stay in one place for the rest of my life. There are people to meet and places to explore. Granted, I'm not saying I'd be reckless. I'm all for paying your bills and staying out of debt...but who says I have to stay in one place to do that? I don't think I do. I think I could pull it off,

Will this be my life? I'm really not sure yet. Will I end up at a bilingual school in Honduras this time next year? I don't know yet.


All I know is I cannot settle for ordinary. My heart was made to wander and I don't think that's a bad thing.