Real Life

The idea of people reading this blog is a little intimidating if I'm being honest. I am not an eloquent writer, my grammar is laughable, and without spell check some of my posts would be difficult to read. The only reason I began this blog was to keep people up to date on what was happening to my life as I was in California. That season of life is over, but here I am posting. Maybe it's even half conceited to think people even look at this blog, I could just be ranting to myself. Nevertheless I feel the need to write this post because it pertains to what my blog and my life is about.

2014 has been one for the books and it's not even half way done. From January to May I was living the California dream. When I came home I was in Illinois for only two weeks and then I was back on a plane, a plane that was headed to Europe. I was able to adventure through Spain, Italy, and Ireland with my two best friends. (I would blog about it but two and half weeks in Europe would require a lot of posting I'm not willing to do.)

Now I'm officially back in Illinois for awhile. Possibly two years (those two years will have a lot of short trips and adventures in them of course.) As I talk with family and friends something always gets said to me that rubs me the wrong way...

"So it's back to real life now."

Real life? That statement haunts me. Most people don't think about it as they say it. I understand that the past six months have been amazing and it almost seems like a dream. The thing is, it wasn't a dream. Everything I did was "real life". 

Yes, as of now there are no big trips planned. The next two years are mainly me living in Illinois, focusing on getting my degree. I plan on the next two years being as exciting and adventure filled as these past six months were. 

So no, it's not back to real life, it's a continuation of my life. My life I plan on fully enjoying. 

“Living a life fully engaged and full of whimsy and the kind of things that love does is something most people plan to do, but along the way they just kind of forget. Their dreams become one of those "we'll go there next time" deferrals. The sad thing is, for many there is no "next time" because passing on the chance to cross over is an overall attitude toward life rather than a single decision.”