I noticed that my facebook statuses might have been annoying people. I mean, it's summer and they probably just want to go about their day without having to think of any too deep. Which is fine. Though recently, I have had far too much to ponder. A part of me wants to just ask what the meaning of life is, of course I'd get the wonderful comedian of the group to shout out "42!" That person probably would easily be my friend. Who wouldn't love a person with a sense of humor? Honestly, my thoughts have been building up in my head, so I decided I need to share.
Traveling is a passion of mine I would love to pursue someday soon. I want to do it while I am still free and able to to go far away with out feeling bad for leaving someone or something behind. This summer I was lucky enough to be able to see quite a bit of the country. I spent a week visiting family in Hawaii and two weeks visiting my best friend in North Carolina. While in North Carolina, I got the opportunity to go to South Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia. Mind you, I was only in the Appalachians, but it was a fun little road trip. I can now say that I have been to eighteen out of fifty states in my lifetime. After I got back from my two week stay in North Carolina, I admit, I was a bit homesick, (I was longing for Mt. Rainier and the freakishly tall trees that are a part of my home) I was more than ready to get back on the road (or plane) to begin traveling again. I soon picked up a map of the country and I threw a pin at the map. Next summer, if I stick to what the pin told me to do, I will be traveling to Austin, Texas. Along with seeing Boston and hopefully going back to Maui. I wouldn't mind all that traveling. I learned that the more I travel, the wiser I become. Travel is the one thing that you buy that makes you richer. Another part I love about traveling is that every time I return to my home in the Pacific Northwest, I am even more in love with it. Washington summers are the most beautiful I have ever seen. I believe that they are discredited and should be sung about in songs like country singers do about the summers in Georgia. But truly, that is besides the point.
As I was looking at this map, my mind began to wander. The United States of America is such a large country, we are truly so fortunate to live in a country with diverse kinds of land. The map seemed to fascinate me in an extremely exciting way. All on a piece of paper, the country was documented. Showing so many details, rivers, lakes, roads, highways, mountains, valleys and plains, all on one piece of paper. Suddenly, I realized that the map made everything seem so far away. If you were to zoom into the area that you live, it makes a drive that is only five minutes from your house, but on the map it makes it seem so far away. Now, I'm not saying that I could drive all the way from Seattle to Austin, Texas in a day. That would be crazy. But it's not like we can't drive or fly there. It's not like it's across the ocean from us. The world is not actually that big. It is just filled with a lot of people. And by a lot of people, I mean 7,118,279,573 people and we're all crammed into this small and very beautiful world. Crazy, right? Well, I think my point is, the country really isn't that big in comparison to the rest of the world or even other areas. Maps just make every thing seem spread out when they show every single detail, it all seems so far away. But the world is small. I have family and friends that live just half way across the country, on the other side of the country, or half way across the ocean. The maps that we look at just make us seem far away from the ones that we love, but are we actually that far away? How far would you go to be with the ones that you love?
So this was just my big thought of the day. Now don't get me wrong, I love maps. They are beautiful. Maps hold the paths that can easily unlock a new adventure. It's pretty magical. So this is just a little bit of what wanders through my mind. Feel free to ponder this as well.
~Always,
Just a girl, trying to take on the world.
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