Despite my advanced English classes all through high school,
I’ve never been a great writer. Don’t
get me wrong, I would love to be great at it, but I have no natural writing
talent whatsoever. Like most things in
my life, I may not be great at it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy doing
it.
Anyway, I originally created this blog to keep my friends
and family updated during my two month stint in Costa Rica. My intention was to keep it around until I
embarked on my next big adventure. Unfortunately,
that hasn’t happened yet. Or so I
thought.
Something that has always annoyed me (whether I have the
right to be annoyed or not is for you to decide) is people’s definition of the
word “travel.” People say they want to
travel and see the world, and then jet off to the beach for the week. To me, laying in the sand seeing how bronzed
you can get is not travel. But to each
there own.
To me, traveling is exploring. It’s trying new foods and walking the less
beaten path. It’s taking risks, and
seeing new things. It’s doing touristy things, but also living like a local. Thinking
about this is what inspired me to record my adventures again. I realized that moving to Tennessee IS my
next big adventure. I all but literally
threw a dart at the map and said, “I’m moving there.” Last July when I packed up my brand new car
and drove the 758 miles across the country to get here, I didn’t know a single
soul in the whole state. It could easily
have been the biggest mistake I had ever made…but it wasn’t.
I already knew that my definition of travel definitely did
not include spending a week on some foreign beach, but I had forgotten that it
didn’t have to include foreign adventure at all. Growing up, my dad made it his goal to take
my family to all 48 continental states before I (as the oldest) graduated high
school. Because of this, over the past few years continental travel wasn’t even
on my radar. I figured that I had
already been to (almost) all the states, most of them more than once, so why
would I take the time to do it again when there is a whole great big world
waiting for me?
Then I had the realization that I wish more people my age
would have. Our country is a vast
land of various cultures and traditions and foods and adventures just waiting
to be taken! That is what makes it such a wonderful place to live! Even though
I have been back and forth across the country time and time again, there is
still so much left to see.
If you didn’t gather
it from this post thus far, I have an adventurous spirit. I firmly believe that I was not made to stay
in one place or do one thing. I feel like I'm always broke, but my money always goes to experiences rather than things. I like to see and to do and to try. My mother
posted on my birthday last year that 24 years ago I came into this world 4
weeks early and I haven’t slowed down yet.
If that quote isn’t the epitome of my existence, I don’t know what is! Anyway,
I digress.
(Clearly this is why I am not a blogger, short and sweet is
NOT my style!)
My point of this 10 year long post is to say that moving to
Tennessee is my adventure and I have all intentions of seeing everything there
is to see for as long as I am here. I intend to blog my adventures mostly for
me, but if it sparks the travel bug in someone else, then that’s cool too.
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