The wonder of wander.

I fell in love
with the sun on my face
and the wind in my hair,
with the unknown path at my feet,
and the adventure of losing myself
to find it again.
I fell in love
with the very wonder of wander,
and I am never looking back.


   When I was about 14, I fell in love with the idea of travel.  Why? Who knows really, considering that at the time I had never been anywhere other than Branson, MO on family vacation.  Regardless, I longed to wander, and that sense of adventure has never ceased.  My very soul yearns to run, to explore, and to live a life of adventure.  I long to take a plane to a foreign land, to drive from coast to coast, to backpack across Europe, and to find myself in places that I have never been.  Maybe it sounds crazy, I mean, after all, one person cannot really do all those things, right? Wrong.  One person, if they really want, can do any things they can imagine, and I plan to do as many things as possible.

   My love for wandering culminated about a year ago with my first flight, and my first overseas trip.  As I boarded the plane from Houston International to Lima, Peru, I had goosebumps.  I was preparing myself to serve God and the people in Trujillo, and at the same time I couldn't believe I was actually doing it.  I was actually boarding a plane.  I was actually going to a different country.  The feeling was amazing, and to this day, still occasionally unbelievable.  I've been to South America? Oh, yeah! I have!

     This small adventure (more like 5,000 mile away adventure) sparked within me an even stronger thirst to explore. The thought never leaves my mind, and the dreams never die.  However, I find myself struggling, desperate for the funds and the chance to escape into the world, the chance to explore.  I will do it, that part is certain, but the 'when' of things eats at me constantly.

   So maybe I am just a dreamer to society, a modern day Peter Pan if you will - but even Peter Pan reaches Neverland.