The beginning of something...

"Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." ~ Tennyson

For as far back as I can remember, I have always been obsessed with that Tennyson quote. It's followed me throughout my entire life from one move to the next. 

 

Growing up, my family made several major moves in my youth. When I was 11, I moved from Nebraska to Tennessee, and then from Tennessee to North Carolina when I was 13. God, I hated moving back then. I hated going away from the places and people I knew. And for so long I clung to the notion that I was a Nebraskan, and that I always would be...none of the rest of where I was currently living mattered. But one day, around the age of 16, I let go of that notion. Not that I identified with North Carolina as my home (as a point of clarification, I would never in a million years claim that place as my home)...but rather I freed myself from being identified with a location. I was my own home, my own state. And honestly, I've never looked back. 

 

But in a twist of irony, after having spent 6 years in Oregon for college and work, I moved back to Nebraska in 2008, got a job and am currently living with my parents. Yes, I realize that sounds lame. But, living with my parents allows for me to save my money for my true passion: travel. 

 

I love to travel. I NEED to travel. When I resist travel, there is a horrible unrest in my soul...like I am doing the opposite of my destiny. 

 

Meeting new people is my favorite thing to do at any destination I go on. I love hearing other people's perspective of the world, and I feel like every time I see the world through other people's eyes a new dimension is added to my vision. It's like watching a 3D movie without the glasses on...you see the multi-color layers... and then you put on the glasses and see how much everything comes together and makes sense. That's what travel is to me. 

 

So, you're probably wondering, "What's with the title of this blog?"

 

Well here's the deal. I am known for two things:

 

1. My undeniable fear of deer (there's a story here, I'll tell it some day)
2. My ability to find the misadventure in every vacation, live to tell about it, and laugh at every minute. 

 

The sick thing is, I think I'd rather have a misadventure than to have a perfect vacation where everything goes as planned. 

 

There's always an element of surprise in any situation, and I live for it. 

 

This blog is kind of a culmination of my love of travel, misadventures, photography and writing. I've always dreamed about being a travel writer, and I feel like this is the route to go. I'll be sharing some of my misadventures as well as share some other amazing experiences that went shockingly as planned. I'll try to give as many tips and reviews of places as I can. 

 

But mostly, I hope that this blog inspires others to get out and travel and see the world from other points of view! 

 

So here's to starting a this blog and the adventures and mishaps that will follow!

 

Sincerely, 

Miss Adventurous (aka Sara)