Where to begin? Spain, Thailand, South Africa, Australia... I don't know. It's all so foreign to me. And so exciting. I guess this is where I can start my bucket list. A list full of places I want to go and things I want to do. But why? I have no idea. I have this weird need to be anywhere but where I am right now. Settling in one place doesn't sound so fun to me. But eating fresh mozzarella in Italy and drinking Riesling in Germany sure does! So where do I plan to begin my adventures out of the U.S? Spain. Alicante or Bilbao, Spain. I plan on studying abroad for half a year in the Spanish sun, surrounded by beautiful people and delicious food. It sounds like a nice plan. I know what I want to expect. But I know that's going to be very different from what will really happen, and that is what is so exciting about traveling. Knowing that you almost never get what you expected. You get even more. 

Every place I have been to so far has a piece of my heart. As cheesy as that sounds. After a break up, I cry for a week and get over it. I find myself still crying over the fact that I'm not in Hawaii anymore. I cry that my family in Toronto are picking peaches and enjoying nature without me. I could care less what my ex is doing right now. I care about the experiences I'm not having by sitting in college classes, listening to boring teachers. 

So what am I going to do about it? I'm going to travel until I can no longer travel and I am going to experience the world.