No matter how old I get, I’ll always love being able to look out the window at the world below me when I fly. I remember the first time I flew. The first big vacation I took with my family. I was in kindergarten and the destination was Orlando and Disney World. I remember in the weeks leading up to the vacation how excited I was to go somewhere new. I’d never been anywhere nearly as exotic as Florida before. I remember the sense of adventure I felt being in a different state and exploring a whole new world. We went to Disney World and a bunch of other places. I was still too young to read, so everywhere we went I had to point and ask “what does that say” because I couldn’t bear the thought of missing a thing.

I also remember when we got back how suffocating the daily grind felt. A week of vacation, followed by the monotonous boredom of being back at school with the weeks and weekends blending back together into infinity. I’ve got a restless soul. A desire to explore, learn and discover all there is to find in the world around me. Someday I hope to satisfy those desires. Preferably at a pace faster than can be attained using the 3 weeks of vacation my stifling corporate existence provides.