I think when we’re in our 20s life will always seem fast-paced and busy and insane and yet oh-so-exciting. Things come in waves too, and it’s always all at once. It’s never a balance among everything you want to do and everyone you want to see, it just keeps going. Sometimes I wish there were days where I could be a recluse and just, well climb something and admire the beauty around me. (Looks like another national park trip is needed already.)

The funny thing is I’m finding solace in the most unexpected ways. I guess we will define meaning in our own ideals. Life is about change and learning, so different can be good, well, without compromising who I am: a good person. I need to remember that and be kind to all those around me.

Alas dear readers I am uncertain as to where I am going still, although I’ve statistically inferred (cough cough, pull numbers out of my butt) 91% to a location but we shall see.

Oh life, at least you’re wonderful.