Who or what does your future hinge on? Who says you can’t repeat the past? Is going back to an old job as bad as retreating to the warmth of an old lover? What if you really liked it?
I did; and I might go back. A year ago Alaska called and I considered only a moment, trumpeting “yes” to adventure. The six months I’ve been back in the continental U.S. leave me starving for exploration. I can only read about others’s escapades. Before I settle for a mundane career I owe myself one last outing.
Last May my four month odyssey began; I had no expectations and the wilderness inspired me. Every step filled with vigor, never a free moment from 75 hour workweeks squandered, I embraced the Alaskan experience. My only fear is if I go back I may never come back; it’s so far from the hustle, so different from the bustle.
Sitka was the town I worked in and the citizens’s vitality infected everyone. The summer nights were endless. Bonfires lasted till a 2 a.m. that looked like 7 p.m. Food was fresh for such a remote location, and youth was in the air everywhere.
When faced with taking a number for corporate interviews, substitute teaching, and bleak fields with no mountains and no rain, I can’t help but want to go back.
I did; and I might go back. A year ago Alaska called and I considered only a moment, trumpeting “yes” to adventure. The six months I’ve been back in the continental U.S. leave me starving for exploration. I can only read about others’s escapades. Before I settle for a mundane career I owe myself one last outing.
Last May my four month odyssey began; I had no expectations and the wilderness inspired me. Every step filled with vigor, never a free moment from 75 hour workweeks squandered, I embraced the Alaskan experience. My only fear is if I go back I may never come back; it’s so far from the hustle, so different from the bustle.
Sitka was the town I worked in and the citizens’s vitality infected everyone. The summer nights were endless. Bonfires lasted till a 2 a.m. that looked like 7 p.m. Food was fresh for such a remote location, and youth was in the air everywhere.
When faced with taking a number for corporate interviews, substitute teaching, and bleak fields with no mountains and no rain, I can’t help but want to go back.
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