The part of me that has always craved adventure has been mingling with my newfound yearning for “home.”

With “home” comes a new appreciation for just sitting still and being stagnant, which is all very new and unusual to me. 

I get buzzed off of adventure, a weird fuzzy high, to the point where I often can’t remember the little details.  The general perceptions and feelings stick with me, but images — of the fields and mountains and lakes and rivers and rapids — rarely stick. I try to freeze them, to lock them in, in hopes of storing them until I need to escape, but alas.

And as I grow older, I realize it’s more the journey I crave than the adventure itself. The high I get will always be great, but the journey gives so much more to me.

I’m not concerned about remembering the minor details of every journey. I capture what I can with my camera, and the rest of the time I keep my eyes and ears wide open. It’s the lessons and the conversations I’m after. It’s the connections with the locals they help make the experience. 

Adventures create stories you’ll want to tell over and over again, like the time we surprise road tripped from LA to San Francisco or when we randomly played frisbee in a parking lot with Young the Giant until 3 a.m. 

Adventures keep you young. Journeys help you grow. 

Journeys are for your soul. Sure, they create stories and can be an adventure in and of themselves, but mostly they are for you and you alone. Like getting away to Michigan for the weekend with some close friends. Leaving the itineraries behind, the goal is to relax and experience. The goal is to sit still somewhere else. 

On journeys, you always know you’ll be coming back home. 
As I get older, the difference between adventures and journeys become more and more clear. They don’t mean the same to me anymore, and that is perfectly fine. 

I learn. I grow. I find peace. I willingly come back home.

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Confessions of a Womanizer

My experience with being a womanizer was exhausting, to say the least.

We have all gone through our fair share of “WHAT was I thinking??” moments. Hopefully you’ve made it through that phase like I have, but that doesn’t make it any easier to look back and just… well… laugh.

If you’ve got a spare 5 minutes to spare, I would love to share with you my embarrassing stories from when I used to date girls. Watch my video above, and make sure to subscribe to my YouTube channel. I promise you won’t regret it. 🙂

ALSO, if you haven’t heard: I’m going back to school this fall, and I need YOUR help to tackle this journey. To pay for school I have opened an online shop, full with handmade goods (like Indiana-shaped pillows), and 100% of the proceeds will go directly to my tuition. It’s an opportunity you literally can’t afford to pass up!

Thank you SO MUCH for watching/reading. I will see you all soon!

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