The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.
The older I get, the more I get the urge to travel. I want to see everything, anything outside the small bubble I have been living in. Many people think that just because I live on the California coast, I have nothing more to see. I have everything: I have all the beauty in the world. That isn’t necessarily true. I love the beach, I love the Pacific Ocean, I love the way Hermosa Beach slips into a sleepy haze at about 7pm. I love the sunsets, I love adventure drives down PCH at dusk. I miss the fishing, the people, the culture, the lifestyle…but that was my world for 18 whole years. It holds such a special place in my heart (so special, in fact, that I got the freakin’ area code tattooed on my legs):
Redondo will always hold a very special place in my heart, but I want to see more. I see old friends traveling all over Europe for school: studying in Scotland, Wales, at Oxford, schools all around Paris…some have even taken up living there permanently. I wish so much that I could study abroad, but nursing majors don’t get a lot of leeway in that area. We have strict semester schedules.
I love studying nursing. I can’t wait to hold a Bachelor of Science. However, I have never truly travelled. I have never truly been out of my comfort zone. And that’s the way I want to grow—travel.
So for now, as I type out my care plans and study my Pathophysiology books in the library, I’ll look at lovely rolling Irish hills, indie backpackers hamocking in Canada, and the gentle sunshine that hits the foliage on Kaua’i just after it rains.
I’m moving away once I graduate, and maybe I’ll end up in one of those places. We’ll see.