We "stole" our first Christmas tree from the side of the road using a tire iron after making out all day in a state park + dropping $150 on crystals.
Happy damn holidays from your (maybe) favorite transcontinental renegades⚡️🖤
We’re all going at our own pace and taking our own paths and I think that’s awesome. Something I’m really beginning to realize is that the things so ingrained in me growing up are not my ways of thinking anymore. At 30 years old I don’t have a career, not even close. It was something I had always sacrificed because my biggest passion was travelling, but I felt guilty growing older and not yet having a career like most people my age. I guess what I’m starting to realize is that I don’t want to get to the end of my life and realize my main memories were working a job that made me miserable and never gave me time off to pursue my passions. I love that I can look back and say I remember chilling with penguins and watching icebergs the size of city blocks flip over while avalanches were happening nearby, and camping in Antarctica under the most incredible night sky I’ve ever witnessed. I remember teaching preschool to amazing kids in Africa who taught me more about life than I could have ever taught them. I remember backpacking Southeast Asia by myself as a tiny little woman and gaining confidence in more solo adventures. I remember all my trips to Europe and the countries I’ve made memories in and the history lessens that came alive by being able to physically be there. I remember spotting polar bears in the Arctic and kayaking through brash ice. I remember my first helicopter ride that took me to a lake in the Andes that my friend and I got to ourselves. I remember exploring more of my own backyard and falling more in love with my own home. And soon, I’ll remember when I finally had the courage to move far away to Australia. These are just a few of my many adventures by the age of 30 and I can’t wait for another 30 years of pursuing my passions. I may not have accomplished something career-wise, but I feel pretty proud of the things I have accomplished because countless times I stepped out of my comfort zone and just went for it and because despite being told I’m not living life how I should, I’ve followed my own path anyway and I’ve been a lot happier and felt more fulfilled because of it.