Someday...

I used to think my bucket list was to become famous, and sing, and act... not that a piece of my heart doesn't still want to do these things. But I have a new list, a new aspiration for my life. I want to travel.

It sounds cliche, right? But I think that everyone's bucket list, no matter how similar to someone else's, is always different because it's different in their and head and their heart. I know the places I want to travel. At night I fall asleep to images of Venice, Australia, India, Hawaii, and Ireland flashing through my brain. I daydream in math class, letting the teacher's words flow past me as I imagine all of the people I will meet, all of the photos I will take...

But most importantly all the stories I will tell.

I can see myself, old and retired somewhere warm retelling the times I messed up. The mistakes I made. And that's why I want to travel, not just for the experience, but for the memories. The world is just so much more beautiful than my tiny slice of it, and I want to see it all. I want to feel it all. I want to be everywhere. Maybe it sounds crazy, but every time I think about this I just get excited. It makes me happy to be alive. 

Duh, of course I have other things on my bucket list. But this is the most important to me. And I definitely have a reputation for not following through on things I told myself I was going to do... but I hope that at least for this one, I'll figure out a way to make it happen.