  I love talking to people so far removed from my normal life that what you talk about usually has nothing at all to do with your every day going ons. I don't know if anyone remembers, and if you do you're officially a loser, but my very first post was about a friend that was all about the amazing adventures. At the time he was on his way to start hiking the Pacific Crest Trail all the way from San Diego up to Chilliwack. I was jealous. Not of the hiking in particular - I'm more of a day hike kind of girl - but of the adventure. Of the free spiritedness of it all. Of the saying 'fuck it' to the whole world and doing something just because it's a challenge and it's something that intrigues you. At the time I was sitting in a poorly lit office dealing with morons who didn't know how to use excel and expected me to magically make their budgets balance. And I was bitter. Anyway, this friend never did make it up the entire PCT. In fact he lasted a week (which is impressive nonetheless), but that's not really the point. The point is that he saw something and he, at the very least, tried it. In fact, he ended up in Lithuania some how and seemed to fill his life with a few more foreign adventures.
This time around I'm not so jealous. I mean, of course,&nbsp;yes, I am because I would love to just pack everything up and say 'fuck it' to the rest of you SOBs and head off to Lithuania or Istanbul or Cairo or where ever, but that's not me entirely. I mean I love doing that and have been known to do it once or twice, but the adventure isn't necessarily in the location.&nbsp; It's in the things you choose to do and the people you meet and the experiences that you allow yourself to be open to.
It's not so much a specific location that I crave (although really, I wouldn't turn down Istanbul), but change. I can't stand being static and that's why the moving to London for grad school is as good as any backpacking trip right now. Anyway, to that particular friend, despite his incredible flakiness, I say thanks. 
