Seven years ago, I’d just left my life in West Africa. I look so young!
My life has turned into what I’d always dreaded it would. Though comfortable and quite happy, I have a cell phone, a cheap lease on a great apartment, a comfortable bed to lie in at night and my dreaded sign of commitment to staying in one spot for a while: Saran Wrap (of all things).
I’m not sure why it’s not okay with me to be here, to stay here, to raise my child here. It feels like so much of a waste, of missed opportunities, of settling. There are so many places I’d like to go, to live. Travel and adventure is in my blood and I can’t help but miss it, comfortable life be damned.
Almost every person I know is settled. Kid. House. Marriage. But it doesn’t feel right for me. Not in my youth. I want to pick up and go, this time with company. I want to show Ash the world.