Hello, my name is Michelle. Welcome to my blog. I probably should have said this before.
I haven’t done much in the way of travel or exploring since I returned from Italy. A few trips along the Carolina Coast, and a few up to the mountains, but nothing overly significant. I returned to university to complete a degree in microbiology. I joined the fencing team and managed to keep up with the 18-20 year olds–mostly. In 2008, I moved back to South Carolina. I started dating a guy a used to work with. You know, regular, routine stuff.
But something was missing. I don’t know if I’m missing that gene that helps people be content with “normal” life, but I’ve just turned 30 and have no real desire to settle down. Not in the career in medicine I’m chasing. Not in the town I’m living, and if I’m being honest, not even with the guy I’m dating. What is wrong with me?
I got a little crazy with the hair dye and my hair ended up more blue than purple. Also, so much sun.
In my very fist post–way back in 2005, I talked about how life was getting stale. [ETA: That post has since been deleted. But has it really though? Because I’m talking about that just above]. When I started blogging way back in 2005, it was a way to process my feelings about life and death, love and loss, endings and beginnings, and whatever else life was throwing at me. Back then, I’d just graduated college [the first time], moved to a new city, and started my first job in healthcare working with teeny tiny babies and really sick children. I processed all those changes by writing. And traveling. And while I love my job, I think I’d go crazy doing for the next 35 years. So here I am, re-evaluating my life’s plan. And planning my biggest trip to date.
The ‘other news’–the one where I may be crazy
While opening up the blog to the public is one attempt to stave off the potential mid life crisis, some may say I’m already in full blown crisis mode. Earlier in this week, as I am prone to do when I’m bored, I was surfing the ‘net for airline deals. And I came across a steal. Call me crazy, but without truly thinking things all the way through, I jumped on it. I found a one-way flight from Charlotte to Caracas for $99.
I bought it. Have I ever been to Venezuela? I have not. Have I ever even wanted to go to Venezuela? Not particularly. But I studied their history while in college, and my high school Spanish teacher was Venezuelan. I speak Spanish. And I really do want to see Angel Falls at some point in my life. What else will I do? Who knows? Where will I stay? Not sure. Will I be kidnapped by narco-terrorists? I certainly hope not. And the big one– When will I come back? I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll hate it and only be gone a week. Maybe I’ll love it and try to figure out a way to stay permanently. Who knows?
But follow along and see how this little adventure plays out.
Post title inspired by Billy Joel’s You May Be Right
