Funny how some things change, and others stay exactly the same

I was looking over my list of 25 things I wanted to do before I turned 25 (you know, since I have like a YEAR LEFT. OH MY GOD.)

Some of those goals, really aren't even a little important to me anymore. Most of them are, and some aren't relevant simply due to the fact that I apparently cannot stay in the same place for more than a year..

I want to add that to my next set of goals - put down roots. I feel like a tumbleweed. I can't set fun goals like "go camping in the Sierra Nevadas" because I don't live in California anymore, and I'm not really itching to go back that bad. I'd rather travel elsewhere. I'd like to go to New York at Christmas, I will go to Ireland - I'd like to go in the spring when everything is lush and green. I'm a little worried I'd fall in love and never come back.

Oh, I also can't go to the San Diego Zoo. Maybe I'll go to the San Antonio one, that's close, right?

That's really all of the ones that have changed simply because I keep moving. I'm still determined to get a team together for the 3-Day, I'm doing everything in my power to get my hands into the Braves Foundation. A total hail mary if you would.

So I might sneak in there and change my 25 before 25 to reflect the fact that I'm a tumbleweed and have no roots. Change one of them to own a house. That's definitely a big goal. I want to be stable. I want to know that I'm not going anywhere for a long time. I want to be home. I'm hoping going back will be the first step in that direction.

Sorry this took a turn into the being homesick direction, these things happen.

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