I am busting out! Well, that’s the plan at least. More realistically, I would say I have become aware of my geographical prison. Born and raised in the small, but beautiful city of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho (pronounced CORE duh lane, so you don’t get distracted) it is easy to get caught up in our little corner of utopia. I will save you the ‘sales pitch’ of how bewitching North Idaho is, but it had me hypnotized the first 25 years of my life.
I received my first taste of significant travel almost exactly a year ago when I was fortunate enough to spend 10 days in Asia. Well, now this small town girl understands what the word ‘wanderlust’ means. It gave me a glimpse of the excitement that the world had to offer. Since then, I have dabbled in travel; fitting in weekend trips whenever my Monday through Friday job will allow. As every jet-setter knows, this is just not enough. Travel has a really bad (or should we say good?) habit of becoming comparable to a drug, the more you experience the world, the more conscious you become of where you haven’t been. Well, I have read enough success stories, seen enough blogs, I am openly jealous. I am starting my own story.