Note: Isn't Park City beautiful?! I always hate coming back from vacation. I always have to deal with the withdraws and depression of leaving a wonderful place. It's never long enough, and I always have an unbearable urge to return to the place.
Coming back from vacation always means that you are coming back to reality. Whatever that was making me depressed before, the things that stressed me out is now back into my life. It's not all bad though. I get to sleep on my own bed again, I get to see my parents (even if they are nagging me about my life choices), I get to read in bed, and I get to spend time with my friends.
Sometimes I think a vacation for me is a means of escape. I get tired of being in a rut. I get tired of life sometimes, and a vacation is just what I need to rejuvenate me. It's a breath of fresh air, a break from the complications of life.
But I come home determined to travel more. It's always been one of my goals to travel the world, and after every vacation the urge gets stronger. The older I get, the more I want to explore the world. I want to be more cultured. I want to see what others see. I want to be able to experience all the great things in life. I want to live life to the fullest. To me that means traveling the world.
I want to see the divergent plate boundary in Iceland. I want to explore the Andes mountain. I want to climb a volcano in Hawaii. I want to sit in a Scottish bar, and listen to the locals talk. I especially want to photograph it all.
I think in the future my savings will be dedicated to traveling. Maybe I'll become BFFs with a traveling photographer, and we'd travel the world. I think I am automatically in love with photographers. (I can't help it. I sometimes don't notice cute guys walking by, but I will always notice if someone has a nice camera.)
I already need another escape. My bags are always half packed (it may also be half packed because I am afraid for the next major earthquake), and ready for a vacation. :D
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