I think I was doomed from the start: both my mom and dad have severe cases of wanderlust. They passed it both down to me. It was pretty obvious I'd become like them: a few minutes after I was born, when my mom held me for the very first time, I escaped from her hold and explored the bed. A few months later my parents took me to Madeira to see how I'd handle flyinh. I liked it and soon they took me to the US. From the day I was born, I was a lost cause.
When I was 16 my wanderlust began to take on a new form: I wanted to see the world on my own. My parents are awesome and showed me around on four continents, but I felt it was time to go on my own adventures. The big problem was that my parents though I wasn't mature enough to do that. Until a few weeks ago. My dad admitted that he thinks I'm old and independent enough to travel on my own. I officially got the green light to travel.
At this moment there are just a few things that keep me from travelling. I haven't found someone who wants to go to the end of the world with me yet. I also don't have the money I need to do that. It's not a big problem though. Right now I'm mostly dreaming of all the amazing places I'm going to see.A few months ago I started making a list of all the countries and places I want to visit in my life. Since then I've been collecting pictures of all those places. I got kindergarten creative with some glue and stuck them all in a notebook. Every time I get demovited I open the notebook and looks at all the beautiful pictures I've collected.
Italy and Iceland, good combination :P |
My new bag with all the countries I've already visited |
Stay Awesome!