there's part of me that is so obsessed with traveling that i rarely know what to do with myself. i live in such a small town that the idea of the rest of the world is so enticing. there's nothing to do here. and when i say nothing, i mean nothing. we have a sculpture garden. our art museum is seldom open. the bowling crowd is creepy. the downtown scene is creepier.
so, when i got a taste of europe, i fell in love. in grade eleven i was lucky enough to participate in a history field trip that visited paris and normandy in france; berlin, germany; belgium and amsterdam. ever since i've returned from this trip i've longed to go back. i don't understand how anyone could ever be bored living in such a place. there is always something to do. always.
i live with my family still, so i'm an official freeloader. part of me is fortunate, but part of me wishes i would have gone away for school. i want to travel the world and learn to be independent. i want to see people living where they live. i want to experience culture and foreignness and just get lost. with european parents this is hard. even going two hours away to stay with a friend for a weekend causes them distress--imagine if i moved out of country! they would have a coronary.
just one day i want to make something of myself. i want to be known in a place that i love, not some small town genius. i want my name to be on something that travels the world; i want to do something brilliant. i want to be something great.
but, for now i'm stuck in this little town with a name no one knows.
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