I have a list, I think most people do.  It’s not a super specific list of exactly what I want to do in each locale, rather just a list of places I hope to visit.  I know some people that have very specific lists and that’s cool….I just know that I enjoyed finding out what to do in a place when I’m there.  I let the place tell me what I should do.  I also just enjoy sitting around and people watching.  Each place has it’s own pace, it marches to the beat of a different drummer and you have to sit back and listen to know what it is.

I was watching a documentary about Chris McCandless a college graduate who took off into the Alaskan wild and ended up dying from starvation.  And I started to think about all the people I know in the travel world that have these lists and once one is done, they create a new one.  Or people who seem to just have this desire to continuously leave wherever they are in search of somewhere else.  Some call it living your dream, some call it a nomadic lifestyle, and there is a part of me that envies this and then there is another part of me that wonders: will they ever be satisfied with life?

I get fussy when life get stagnant and of course that happens.  I try to keep things fresh and always try to push forward with my goals — you need to do that, to not end up in the gray area.  But right now I’m really struggling lately to make sure I have everything in perspective and really dont’t want to end up alone in the Alaskan wild.