The future is a strange concept for me to wrap my head around. I’ve never been able to mentally visualize what things will look like one year from now, two years, five, ten. Never. Even as an adult in my mid-twenties this still rings true. I’m not sure if this is a blessing or a curse because on one hand, you can never be certain what the future may bring; even with goals and plans set, life has a way of introducing new twists and turns along the way. But it also doesn’t hurt to have dreams you’re working towards and a time limit you’d like to reach them by. Only, for me, the future has always been a giant question mark… a blank space on a timeline that I’m inching towards with both caution and excitement because the possibilities are infinite. Without expectations, every outcome can feel like a positive step in the right direction. It’s so funny because I plan almost obsessively for things in the immediate future. Always making to-do lists, writing down objectives for the day, and so on. But trying to imagine where I’ll be in life half a year from now? Nope. In two months my lease is up and I’m leaving Humboldt to go on a road trip, with absolutely no idea where the wind will take me after that, and I almost feel a sense of comfort in the uncertainty of it all. I’ll be writing the story as I go 📝📖🚐🏕