"Travel far enough, you meet yourself"
Growing up, I lived with a single mom, and visited my dad and stepmom on the weekends when I could. I didn't have an extravagant life. But what I did have was a family who wanted the best for me. I had people who wanted me to experience the world and what it had to offer me. At a young age, I began to travel with many different people, and begin to learn about the world around me. I began to learn.
I want to see the world for what it truly is: beautiful.
At this point in my life I have been to eight different countries apart from the United States. Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France, Ireland, England and Scotland. I have been to numerous states, but not near as many as I'd like to have visited. I have lived in another state besides Louisiana, and overall, I cherish every memory that I have stored from these adventures.
Riding a gondola in Venice, walking down every flight of stairs in the Eiffel Tower as it lit up the night sky, watching the changing of the guards in London, visiting the Dachau concentration camp, laying a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and so many more adventures have molded my outlook on life and who I want to be in the future.
The biggest problem that has arisen from my traveling adventures? I now have an absolute need to travel. Nearly every moment of my life is devoted to daydreaming about all the places I would love to travel to someday. I have a list of places in a book that I want to travel to at some point in my life.
My bedroom is travel-themed, and I have a chalkboard full of travel quotes; it tells me everything I need to accomplish in order to obtain this goal. I know that I can travel again someday, but something in me is pushing me towards a different goal: my degree. I want pictures to add to my visual memories of me holding the piece of paper that says that I have accomplished the thing I have been working towards for so long.

"Life is a journey. Make the most of it."































