christy frink

theworldwelivein:

Bakklandet (by Marit)

I think I’ve been bitten by the travel bug. I’m not a giant fan of New Year’s resolutions, but I guess mine is to get a passport in 2011. I don’t even know if I’ll use it for a while, but at least I’ll have it on hand in case I do want to go somewhere. After a few weekends of running around, I’ve realized that half of my problem with travel has always been that I’ve had this thing with wanting to get back because my home seems to have its own gravitational pull. I haven’t felt that at all lately, though. I’m just kind of happy wherever I am, and the more new things I get to see and do, the better. Maybe my comfort zone is expanding a bit, finally? Home will always be here. And in Virginia, and wherever else I decide to make it. But experiences are what make stories, and I like to have as many awesome stories as possible so I can pull them out around the chiminea with friends or at the dinner table or in my cubicle on Monday morning and mostly just for myself when life feels boring and routine.

So basically, I’m not wanting to get out of here to get away anymore. I just want to get to someplace cool, with good story potential. I wish I could rearrange my life to make more time for that.

Virginia in two days, Atlanta in a few weeks, Asheville and Virginia and DC a few weeks after that. Then what? Or where? You’re wide open, 2011.