Entry: Las Vegas
Of Overpopulated English. Geonoun.
1. A much-too-expensive electric bill.
1(a). A much-too-expensive everything bill.
2. Prime escapist masking of unhappiness, rejection, and self-loathing.
3. A buffet table of the world’s best buffet tables.
4. The inspiration to introverted solitude upon departure.
Entry: city limits
Of Outed English. Geonoun.
1. The physical point beyond which all responsibility fades into the cloud of smog behind you.
2. A favorite party house for remote, incandescent balls of gas similar in nature to the sun.
3. A motivating force behind music blastation.
Today marks exactly one year since the start of my first big excursion: road-tripping up the California and Oregon coastlines to Seattle, the oldest city on my bucket list. In the twelve months since then, I’ve found ways to achieve so many of my personal goals that it’s almost hard to really understand why anybody would let their dreams go unrealized.
Your only excuse for not achieving your goals or fulfilling your dreams is exactly that – an excuse. If you really want to do it, then make it happen, do whatever it takes, set a specific timeline for yourself and don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way.
July 2016: Road-tripped up the West Coast from California through Portland to Seattle
August 2016: Solo-camped Big Sur
September 2016: Road-tripped from California to Texas via Las Vegas run-ins, the Grand Canyon, and Route 66
January 2017: Saw musicals on Broadway via Grand Central Station before pie in Brooklyn
April 2017: Ran around New England for libraries in Boston and lobster rolls in South Maine
May 2017: Solo-backpacked the United Kingdom for sights across the North Sea, the English Channel, the British countryside, and, best yet, the Doctor’s tenth regeneration in the flesh (swoon!)
July 2017: Road-tripped from Texas to baseball in Florida via watermelon on an Alabama church lawn and beignets in the French Quarter
Twelve cheers to what the next twelve months have in store! Do something for yourself.
I don’t know that I’ve ever associated curiosity with adventures. “Curiosity”, to me, has always been associated with intelligence (or dead cats).
On the flip side, I’ve always thought of adventures being sparked by spontaneity, or restlessness, or a change of scenery. Suddenly, it occurs to me that curiosity could be a perfectly valid motivation for adventure.
Thinking back, my biggest adventures have been the product of some degree of curiosity. All my excurions back and forth through San Francisco and the Bay Area were products of musical curiosity. My first time through the Lake Tahoe area was to take advantage of an overnight trip consisting of music and beautiful scenery. Now, my plans to adventure into the East Coast area are partially defined by a historical curiosity.
I personally believe that every adventure is blessed. Especially if it is partnered with curiosity.