Ten more years and I’ll be 31.

Ten more years and I’ll be 31.

At some point in those ten years I want to be uncomfortable, fidgety and anxious. I want to be out of my comfort zone–not all the time of course, but just enough to expand my horizons/learn something new about myself in a different situation.

I’m not the most adventurous person. I’m too cautious and I scare easily. I like to be comfortable, stable, secure–your average Taurean/lame-ass–just being honest. In fact, last night, I had a dream my family and I were in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Guess what I was doing instead of drop-kicking some living dead? Stuffing supplies into a 40th floor apartment, shoving in my family and telling them to “Shut the hell up!” and proceeding to tape up the door so, “They won’t smell us”.

I’ve never broken a bone, got into a physical fight etc., not that I want to–I just want perspective that’s all, and I think I can do that through travel. Sans famille of course…

and the first thing I would do is walk miles and miles here:

–Ireland. I do love walking. Also, meeting someone like that would be a welcome event.

Until then, I’ll be busy getting money and getting paid. Hopefully, it doesn’t take too long to save up and grow the balls to go.