As I start the journey into being a college senior,
many people have asked me,
“what comes next?”
So I tell them my elaborate plans,
which includes living in a German-speaking country for a year and then doing a Peace Corps term,
Which is 27 months.
The look I get after telling them this is one I’m used to, and it’s the “Oh Sarah…” look.
I was born to roam.
I wasn’t born to live on a schedule.
I’ve never liked the mundane, repetitive life.
From the day they placed tiny little Sarah into kindergarten, I’ve lived on a schedule.
Every year of school was another schedule, and my after school activities were a strict schedule too.
College came and brought another schedule.
And after college, many people will go off and get that 9-5 desk job with yet another schedule.
To me, that sounds about as appealing as living the rest of my life in a cage.
I need the unexpected moments, the new places, the thrill of meeting people.
All my life I’ve spent my scheduled time in school dreaming of my unscheduled time,
where I could explore, adventure, and live free.
If you’ve ever held a conversation with me you probably know I’m always planning my next time I’ll be adventuring.
A lot of you reading this probably met me on one of my adventures. (Our Chalet, Evergreen, Magic Sky Ranch… I see you ladies)
I’m always running to the next adventure.
I’ve been told I can’t live my entire life as a dreamer, and that I can’t travel all the time.
But I say, why not try?
It’d kill my soul to have a 9-5 job, so might as well feed the soul with a little adventure.
I may not lead the life most people will,
But I want to be covered in dirt,
surrounded by the beauty of the world,
lending a helping hand to anyone and everyone.
I also want to be in outfits with no care of fashionable or not,
surrounded by languages that aren’t my own,
and seeing places I’ve seen in books and on tv.
I need adventure.