As mentioned yesterday, I’ve been thinking a lot about the adventures I truly want to pursue before I turn 30. It’s not that 30 represents an endpoint to me or that I feel I have to cling to my 20s (okay…maybe a little) but I’ve spent enough time dreaming small and talking smaller – it’s time for bold pronouncements and big ideas.
30 Before 30: Travel
1. Visit Alaska and take a whale-watching cruise with my Mom.
2. A trip to Hawaii with the girls – perhaps a mini-Macon reunion?
3. Travel abroad with my little sister, just the two of us.
4. Visit all of the presidential libraries I haven’t been to yet – Nixon, Reagan, Hoover, Truman, Eisenhower, Johnson, Carter, Ford, FDR
5. Italy with my best friend – she can teach me all about the mosaics and friezes and I can order all the wine.
6. Take a cruise. I’ve never taken a cruise and I want to do so badly. Preferably something that involves Moscow. I love the idea of being on a boat along the Russian shore. I am also very strange.
7. Travel in a hot air balloon.
8. Take a week off of work and canoe or kayak the entire 5-day bateau trip, from Lynchburg to Richmond.
9. Splurge on an expensive weekend getaway for myself. First-class the entire way – no discount bus tickets or cheap hostels or street food.
10. Visit Disneyworld/land! My family took a family vacation there without me once – they claim it was their best family trip ever. I’m still working through that pain…
I’ll admit it – I enjoy a good birthday. I’m not particularly one for having people make a big fuss or being the focus of too much attention (especially in public), but I love that birthdays give you a great excuse to plan big social activities, mix and match your friends, and drink copiously on your friends’ dimes. Whether having my Macon sisters serenade me with karaoke at the world’s smallest, grungiest dive bar or chanting along with Barra Brava at RFK (Vamos!), I’ve always focused more on the fun side of birthdays and less on the reality.
The reality is that – I’m aging. I am getting older, year by year, and despite my youthful visage (though a once-beloved uncle noted at Christmas that I was really starting to look my age in the face…), next week, I will be two years from turning 30. To all the readers who are over 30, yes, yes, I know. 30 is not the end of the world, it’s not the end of my youth, it’s not even the end ticket discounts for most theatres. But it is symbolic. I can’t help but think about what I thought “30” would be like when I was a kid – I imagined by that advanced age, I’d easily be a Congresswoman or running CNN or managing the Houston Astros (I had very specific dreams), all while perfectly balancing a very handsome husband (Astronaut Mike Dexter, perhaps?) and 2.5 well-behaved children.
That’s not what my dream for 30 looks like now. I don’t really believe my life is meant to pursued as a strive for one picture-perfect end point but instead should be made up of more and more amazing little journeys. So, along that vein, over the next three days I’ll be sharing the 30 adventures I want to have before I turn 30. I hope by posting them here, you’ll all hold me accountable.