Makin' music with my friends..

Alright, so I officially love driving and roadtrips and going new places and traveling. It's official. I love seeing new things and visiting as many places as I can get to. My family has traveled so much and, unlike my brothers, I don't tire or get bored of it. As little as twenty minutes into a trip, one of the boys has to start in with the complaining or annoyance of some sorts. Its a bit difficult traveling with the family, sure, but with headphones and a window my problems, at least, are fixed. We have been two months cross country visiting about 20 new states, traveling up and down the East coast numerous times covering about 13 states, and all the amazing places in between. I thought we have been to more states than that but it all sounds right. We have missed Michigan, Indianna, Ohio, New Hampshire, Maine, Rhode Island, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Illinois, Alabama, Mississippi, Alaska, Hawaii, and, of course, Kansas. I'm very glad that the list is significantly shorter than the list of states that I have been to. At the same time though, I can't wait to have been to all states and many foreign countries.
I went to the study abroad session for my freshman seminar class last week and I can't wait to take absolute advantage of the programs and places I can go. I want to see so many things in my lifetime. I want to try all that becomes available to me and go on adventures just because I felt like I really wanted to at the time. I'm the person that will try anything adventurous just because I can. Like bungee jumping, sky diving, cage diving, or whatever, as long as its thrilling and I'm having a good time. I love going out and doing things and not having a thousand boring days. I'm the girl that goes and polar plunges at one in the morning because I was bored and wanted something thrilling to do. And believe me, that water was very thrilling and the plunge didn't last long but I stood there looking at the water and recognizing the cold and still decided I had to do it. I was so awake and having the time of my life as I left my clothes, warm blankets and towel on the beach and ran in my bathing suit screaming all the way to the water. Somehow my feet kept going and next thing I knew I was in the cold water and turning around back towards the beach. I stood there though and realized as well, that I didn't come this far and not do it completely right. I wasn't gonna "half-ass" it, no sir. So I stood up, took a deep breath and ran once more straight for the water, knowing damn well how cold it was, and dove in and, completely soaked head to foot, I ran for my towel and blankets. I did it. Most of the thrill simply comes from being able to stand there and say that I did it. Whether there is anyone around to hear it, as long as I know and lived it, I will go out adventuring, traveling, and searching for new experiences to add to my life.