Why I Believe In Feeding My Wanderlust

“I refuse to let coffee be the thing that calls me out of bed morning after morning. I long to chase a thirst never quite satiated, travel across the pond, but also across a nearby mountain, keep reaching for a life that I will look back on and say, “Yes. It was full, indeed.” Life itself is a grand adventure that I want to fill with smaller ones. I struggle to think I will be on my deathbed wishing I had a little more in the bank, and I don’t want to be on it thinking of all the places I’ve never seen and all the experiences I craved and never knew. In what could be perceived as discontent, I am searching for ultimate contentment.”

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That’s from last week’s Clapway article. Tomorrow’s post? My backpacking journey into the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Thanks for reading, lovely ones.

(PS: Please read/share! The more that happens, the closer I get to writing actually becoming a real-life part of my living! It’s such a wonderful thought to think.)


Presidential Traverse in the White Mountains of New Hampshire

21 miles. 8 peaks. 50-70mph wind. 30-50˚F.

Madison | Adams | Jefferson | Clay | Washington | Monroe | Eisenhower | Pierce