In the 27 short years I’ve been alive I have come to realize that there are so many things in this world I have yet to experience. It’s created this spark of wanderlust in my life that I have been, unfortunately, procrastinating on. I think many people in life can relate to this. There’s so much to do and it often times can feel so overwhelming that staying at home, relaxing on the couch under the comfort of your favorite cozy blanket and watching a Netflix drama series is the easier choice. Recently, however, everywhere I’ve turned I’ve come face-to-face with the tough question, “What are you doing with your life and why aren’t you actually living it?”
I grew up in a small (ish) desert town in Arizona. Born in 1992 I got to experience the big bang of the internet and a new technological age that ever changed our way of interacting with other human beings. I was lucky enough to experience life with and without too much technology. My parents often took my sister and I on camping trips around the western part of the United States to make sure we got to experience life in nature while still living in a small city.
After 18 years living in the small town I moved to Flagstaff, AZ to go to college. It was perfect. Because I grew up camping this was a place I could experience nature and the comfort of a town all in one. I lived there for seven years and I loved every moment of it – highs and lows alike. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to meet new people, experience nature right outside my apartment and learn the struggles of finding a job right out of college.
This took me to my first job in Flagstaff where I met my now Fiancé. A year into working at the company, our job offered for a few of us to open up a new location in Denver, CO. We were 24 and beyond excited to move to a city and be part of something that was important to “Corporate America”. After living there for about a year and a half we decided to move back to Arizona to be closer to family. This time we moved to the Capitol of heat, Phoenix. We’ve now lived here for just under two years and to tell you the truth it’s been a hard adjustment for me. After three years of living in cities I’ve come to realize the concrete jungle isn’t the scenery I love looking at outside my window every morning. And within those three years I’ve also been sweeping that pesky question under the rug. The only thing is, you sweep it under the rug enough you end up tripping over it.
So, long story short, here I am! Facing that question, learning along the way and living life to the absolute fullest. It’s time to satisfy that wanderlust and everything that comes a long with it.