I'm an adventurer by nature. There is something about traveling that makes me feel a type of free that is completely and utterly indescribable. The world and her people absolutely fascinate me; with so many different cultures and languages and colors present in the world, how can one not be fascinated? I'm the type of person who would love to spend five years living abroad, wandering from place to place. You know, six months in Paris, followed by six months in Florence/Rome/Venice, followed by six months in South America, and then six months in...well, you get the idea. I often sit and dream about doing something like this, and every time I do, my mind gets happily drunk with the possibility of exploring and eating and adventuring and learning and seeing. But, alas, it is not realistic for me to do such a thing, and the reason is twofold. Firstly, I am a pre-medical student, which means schooling is extensive, expensive, and exhausting (to say the least). I would not only be 35 years old before I finish medical school, but I would also be a 35 year old with a monstrous amount of debt, who is most likely single, and childless. (That's no fun, me thinks). Secondly, and quite simply, I am terrible at learning new languages. (Not such a great trait to have as a world traveler extraordinaire). And after considering these two realities about my life, I have logically concluded that it is not wise for me to frolic around the world on a five-year exploring escapade. Dammit.
Luckily for me, I have the most wonderful friends, Tori and Sami, who live in one of the best cities in the world, New York City, and they let me visit them. Every year. Aren't I the luckiest girl in the world? They give me a little taste of worldly travels during my little break between my studies. If it weren't for them, I would go stir-crazy in California. But, seriously...
My latest trip to NYC was amazing, to say the least. End. Of. Story.
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