all grown up and nowhere to go

 

Life as I know it is about to change dramatically. I am twenty years old and leaving the comforting cocoon of education in approximately seven months and three weeks.

Then…Nothing.

My coveted life will not soar out in front of me like a bold eagle; it will not turn up on my doorstep already adventurous and poignant. I have a vague plan that involves a year in South Korea, a  potential exploration of South East Asia and then, a career. I don’t really want a career. I just think that it’s something an adult should obtain. I don’t want to end up like my parents. I don’t want to come home every night and complain about my job, I don’t want my saturday’s to be filled with trips to ikea and deciding whether dark wood flooring would match coffee coloured walls.

I want to be free to be anything and everything. Instead, I am horribly limited. I want to spend the rest of my life travelling, breathing new air and meeting new people. My parents tell me I am daydreaming of an existence that doesn’t stand up to the scrutiny of reality.

This brings me to the point of this blog.

I want to write. I want to spend my days travelling and writing, experience life instead of watching it on television. This blog will be an assortment of stories, photographs, poetry, quotes, and semi-literate ramblings. I don’t want to grow up, I want to taste the sweet complexion of adolescence forever. I don’t want to be serious or responsible, I want to become nature. This blog will track the next few years of my life, my exposure to the world, my anxiety, my refusal to conform to the definition of the word adult.

My friend Bagheera. I met him when I was three years old. He was tiny and lived in my hand. Now; he is fearless, and lives in my soul.