They say that I'm a dreamer.....

She was a dreamer. Her head always filled with adventures and possibilities, with places to visit and jobs to try and people to meet.  While in her head she traveled the world and worked dream job after dream job while effortlessly having perfect hair (because let’s all be honest, our daydreams always include effortlessly perfect hair), she sat at a desk in a town she once loved and her heart longed for more.   

 

Oh, she loved her life. There was a boy who loved her and who she loved more than she thought she could ever outwardly express, and there was a wedding, and a new home, and a job where she liked the people she worked with and never had to wear a pant suit. There was a part of her, I think there would always be a part of her, that wanted to pack up (with future husband of course) and drive until they hit the ocean, buy the cheapest house they could find as close to the beach as possible and open a coffee shop. Or hop on a plane and cross the ocean to Ireland or Paris for a year.

 

Maybe one day they would or maybe not. I guess one can never truly know. The one thing she did know was that the world was calling to her. It was calling her to come explore it, to see its wonder, to love its people.

“Come and play”