The other day I woke up wanting a change. A change in scenery, a change of pace, a change in life. Most people, when they feel these feels, do something simple; cut off their hair, buy a new car, or reorganize their room. It’s these simple changes that keep them afloat, and keep them from not going absolutely insane.
My brain isn’t wired that way. It has a bunch of screws and bolts that twist out of their watts for adventure (do bolts go into watts? idk). My brain craves something more than just changing my look or spending money on meaningless things. It begs for excitement and challenges and obstacles that my 110 lb (ahem) body shouldn’t be able to handle. I want to climb mountains and sit at the edge of rooftops. I want to walk Manhattan from tip to tip, just to say I did. I want to jump on a random train and go somewhere I’ve never heard of before. I want to get lost in a world where I’m free to do that.
These are the crazy things that my body craves.
So, what did I do about that “get me out of here” feeling that I was experiencing? I booked a trip to Italy. By myself. Rome, to be exact. And I’m really, really excited about it. You might think, how is a 24 year old girl who doesn’t even speak the language going to travel to Italy by herself? It’s simple, she just is. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
For 1 week, I’ll be in Rome, drowning myself in the culture (and wine) and learning all there is to learn about my heritage and where I’m from. It’s silly to me that I’ve never step foot on the grounds where most of my relatives came from, and now that’s all going to change. I’m going to sit at a cafe and people watch for hours. I’m going to visit the Trevi Fountain and throw in a coin for good luck. I’m going to walk down the streets of Rome for miles, and (hopefully) get lost. I want to see a world that I haven’t seen before, and that all starts with my trip to Italy.
You might say I’m having an Eat, Pray, Love moment, in which I would certainly agree. While it’s only for 1 week, and not 3 different countries, this is the gateway to finding myself. To truly knowing Mel from core to core. To learning my limits and seeing just how far I can push myself. Leaving what has hurt me behind, and coming back a refreshed version of myself. In 9 days I’ll be Rome, and I hope you follow along on this journey with me. I plan to document the entire experience on both my blog and possibly via video, so be sure to keep tabs. I’d also love some suggestions as to where I should eat, places I need to see, etc, so feel free to tweet those to me here.
Always remember, the journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step. This is my step.