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NuTang, I think I'm headed to California, in March.

I WAS SERIOUS ABOUT MORE TRAVEL.

I'm thinking about blog posts constantly. It's like the last few days before my paycheck, when all my food's running out, but I refuse to dip into my savings so I have to make some weird Dr. Frankenstein-approved meal without losing flavor. With that said--

So there's this sea slug.



Looks weird, right? Looks kind of...LEAFY?

BAM, ELYSIA CHLOROTICA.

Sea slug. Member of the animal kingdom. BUT IT CAN PHOTOSYNTHESIZE...????

How? HOW, YOU ASK?

It synthesizes its food's DNA. It eats a specific type of alga and, after a while, it becomes able to photosynthesize.

...Science...!!

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I'm too busy studying for my test, so I'm just going to post a stock photo of my emotions for the day.



THEY CAN'T ALL BE WINNERS.

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The one thing I absolutely didn't expect from my trip to New York was to feel that old addiction pop back up. Dragging the suitcase, printing the tickets from the kiosk, going through security, finding the gate, sitting, waiting, waiting, waiting, the boarding call, the whole flight safety spiel, liftoff, watching the clouds and the giant stretches of city and grass and suburbs, landing, emerging in a different place, absorbing, and then that great and relieving ride home.

All of it. I don't even mind security--it's so easy, if you have the good sense to pack light, dress in easy-to-remove shoes and coats, and keep all your liquids in the outer compartment. Just being in New York and experiencing something new is something I didn't realize I'd missed until I got to the airport and thought, Right--flying, traveling.

I suppose I just forgot.


I used to be adventurous, and then I started changing my priorities. It wasn't worth it. It's time to return to the better years of spontaneity, travel, and fearlessness--before the monster in my closet, before the lone wolf, before decisions such as this one were hard to make. Keep all the wisdom and none of the fear. My best friendships have lasted over hundreds of miles of distance and months of separation--there is absolutely nothing to fear, when something is meant to work. Put in the effort, but wander freely.

It feels like it's been years that my alarm's been going off. A part of me was always trying to shake me awake. Stop hitting snooze, get up, get a shower, and see the world, you idiot.

Gogogogogogogogo

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