I’ll admit it. It’s crazy.
Two recent grads saddled with student debt and a failing job market… and they choose to go to Antarctica instead. I understand it sounds insane. It might be. But we are people striving for life experiences. And we’re in a world that does everything it can to tell you what you need, how to get it, what success is, and everything you’re not. This is the real test. There’s no internet. I will define who I am and how I view myself, and nothing you say can change that. You can’t reach me. I’m curious about the forgotten continent at the bottom of the world, and I’m going to explore it. I’m going to learn. And I’m going to share what I learn, because in the process of doing so, I continue to learn. That’s the only superpower I have, and I’m going to milk it for all its worth. It is worth a lotttt, saved over 540 days, budgets two years long, time off saved like pennies in a piggy bank, powering through crap jobs and heartbreaks… all to go. To visit your sixth continent, and to do something because you can. Forget the small splurges of life; this is something big. It is something to be proud of, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.
Admittedly, my diagnosed anxiety doesn’t like the finality of any of those statements. It’s not about the anxiety of the change, but what the change results in.
And I want to change. I want to grow. I want to be shocked, I want to be wrong, I want to have to reinvent how I see the world. Why? …stay tuned
The Anthology of a Curio 