i’ve always had the urge to go, to escape, to rush into the unknown. it’s something that i’m constantly thankful for and yet also something that i am almost constantly having to battle against. in an ideal world, i would spend untold years of my life traveling the world, immersing myself in other cultures, going on adventures, eating lots of delicious food, learning random new skills (such as spear fishing and basket weaving), swimming in the sea, taking trains to new villages, and stopping at random universities to take classes as i please. i am a constant battle between head and heart; my head says to stay and be rational, and my heart always says to go. if only that were a practical way to live.