I turn 25 today, which feels like a milestone. In the last quarter century, I’ve raised goats, read through a library and a half, graduated college (and gone back for round two), solo traveled on three continents, dirtbagged, lived with a family that’s not my own, volunteered full-time, learned a second language, and threw in my lot working for a Fortune 500 company.
The problem is, I like a little bit of everything, and there's some things I like a lot. But no one thing overpowers everything to the extent I want to go down that path to the exclusion of all else. And then, I discovered American Sign Language interpreting.
Women have to put in extra work to keep up in physically demanding jobs. The reality is, men are generally stronger than most women. Losing control of a stack of four 5-gallon buckets on a dolly once is embarrassing. Losing control twice is the start of a pattern that needs to stop. So I work to get stronger rather than making excuses.
So if you're feeling lonely and disconnected a few months into college, study abroad, your new job in that city, or an idyllic llama ranch in Peru, there's nothing wrong with you. You didn't miss anything crucial. Roots just take time to grow.
I've taken countless trains and planes, buses and taxis, and tread many paths and foreign city streets a pata, with my own two feet. But as it turns out, there will always be new challenges for a girl with absolutely no innate sense of direction.
I have to trek all the way around the building to check my mail, but I live at the place I put down as my permanent address.
Facebook has reminded me that two years ago, I stayed up until 3am at a riad hostel in Morocco, and then woke up the next afternoon to surf with strangers from Europe and Australia. Today, I woke up in the bed I own at 6am because I'm working on building a habit of discipline, and am currently staving off laziness by working my way through a to-do list.