Daydreamer, Traveler, Storyteller


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I am a twenty-something individual who’s still suffering the slings and arrows of confusion as she graduates from college and embarks on the rest of her life.   It is at this fork in the road where you can choose to get a job and grow up, get married and settle down, or none of the above.  Being the difficult person I have always been, I bubbled in choice “C”.

As I attempt to figure out what I will do down the path of most resistant, I’m taking my readers along the journey.  I have a bachelor’s of science in communication degree for journalism electronic media and am actively looking for any opportunities to not let my three years in college go to waste.

My biggest ambition is to become a captivating storyteller because that is the mark of a truly successful journalist.  I want to enthrall my readers with tales of hope and sorrow, mystify them with oddities of life, and teach them the hard lessons learned by others.

Even my side hobbies are convoluted and intermingled with my only talent – writing.  I’m not very good at this talent, but practice makes perfect.  Somewhere along the path of education, you find out if you’re right-brained or left-brained, if you’re better at literature or math, or if you’re an emotional or logical type of person.  So few things in life are so easily defined as what type of person you are.  Somehow school can take this mystery out of the equation and tell us if we are one or the other.

Irony, I did well in calculus and my honor’s English classes.  But literature and writing seduces me more than logrithims and arethmatic.  This blog will follow me this summer as I travel through Asia.  I start with the glorious task of packing up my belongings while cursing my parents for instilling in me their ratpacking tendencies.

Somehow I’ve managed to reduce and reduce and reduce, and clear out.  The countdown begins.  I have one thesis to complete, one exam to take, one resume website to finish, one plane to catch on Mother’s Day.  As a disclaimer, I did not realize it was Mother’s Day when I picked this day to fly out.  In the hussle and bussle of getting ready to graduate from college and flying out of the country for a post-graduate internship in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, I’ve started to lose track of simple things like my phone, dates, and mind.

My second ambition is to travel the world.  Everyone has this dream, but few follow through.  In January of 2010, I took a bite out of the Big Apple.  That was my first experience with flying (if you don’t count the whole flying to America because I was adopted thing).  By the end of this summer, I’ll be a pro at catching flights and if I’m not, I’m just stupid.

I have been a daydreamer up to this point, but now that I’m done with college, I have the chance to make my dreams a reality.  My only sadness: that I can’t pack my cat with me.

Can you smuggle a cat on an airplane for 20 plus hours?

I will miss her terribly, and I hope she knows it!  (Another disclaimer:  the giant, white, fuzzy bear in the picture belongs to Daisy – my kitty; the stuffed dog was my first stuffed animal gift from my adopted family; and my mother embroidered the Raggedy Ann doll’s apron with my name and the date that started the rest of my life.)

One thought on “Daydreamer, Traveler, Storyteller

  1. I am ready to travel with you through your stories. I love the items you kept! We love you and are proud of you!

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