Thoughts Of A Twenty Something Year Old
Aspiring writer. Born storyteller.
I have had a massive case of wanderlust lately. It’s bad, guys. I have been feeling anxious and restless and caged. There’s that whole saying that goes something like we were meant to sprout wings from our shoulder blades. And all I know is that I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t stand still any longer. So I am doing something about it.
The clouds hung heavy with autumn air this morning. The last summer cherries stifled the air with their crimson blooms. Dimples dipped into the corners of my mouth like dark sea star shadows on the shoreline. I will have to remember this feeling. When life is far harder than it is now. When the spools unravel and the salt settles rather than crystallizes. When gravity levels even the ocean floor. I will inhale the sweet nectar of this morning.
I miss gazing up at the stars and discussing science over spirituality. Or science with spirituality. Because in my world, one has never trumped the other. I want to talk about white lights and wordless wishes. An earful of milky ways and big dippers. What’s really up there. Heaven? Galaxies? Aliens? Astronauts climbing asteroids? Let me know the universe as not one or the other. But as all. Because I miss it.
St. Thomas is a beautiful island, filled with colors and harmonies of birds, fish, and wildlife. My week here has been nothing but relaxing and sunkissed beauty. Here’s to new travels, new places, and new experiences. After all, adventure is out there!
Thoughts Of A Twenty Something Year Old 