I depart on a two-week journey through Spain and Portugal tomorrow.
Exciting, right? I’m excited.
No, really. I am. Why wouldn’t I be?
This is a once in a life time experience…
Ok, I’m anxious.
Yes, I am stressed about last minute scheduling and packing (hello, 40 lb weight limit).
I am also stressed about things like oh.. I don’t know, leaving my passport at home, or sleeping in and missing an interview. Watch me be that girl.
I have been searching and searching for the reason why my stomach has been experiencing an awful, wrenching feeling.. like I just witnessed an intense car wreck.
Reason found: MY NAME IS ANNA, AND I AM A HOMEBODY.
Who, me? The little girl who never had trouble at sleepovers. The preteen who dreamed of moving to NYC one day to overthrow Anna Wintour’s throne at Vogue. The college kid who spent an entire semester in London.
The plain and simple truth is that the older I get, the more my priorities change.
I love my family, my friends, and my home.
I still want my dream career. If I can land a job that makes me happy, affects people’s lives, and allows for me to enjoy my life with loved ones… well, what more could I ask for?
But, there’s more… the girl who can’t stand children unless they’re doing cute things (i.e. silently watching a movie, sleeping, or nicknaming me Barbie), wants a family of her own. I want my future kiddos to have the same wonderful upbringing that I’ve been blessed to have, with all the love in the world.
That will be my source of true happiness.
I love to travel — don’t get me wrong. It is my favorite hobby. I want to travel the world someday. As long as I can share my experiences with the people I love. And I return
home.
