Boring Story Ahoy.So, at my 13th birthday, my Mom gave me a digital camera. One of the first pictures I took was this one, in October:
I fumbled with my camera, and that's why I only got the last line of birds. I was disappointed with the shot for a few reasons, but I still saved it. It's one of the few pictures I still have since my camera was stolen when I was 14.
Well, now I'm 17. I was walking outside, about to head off to Jiu-Jitsu class. I looked up from my driveway, from where I took that picture above, and I saw a flock of birds flying and squacking just as they had when I was 13. It made me feel like even though I was now studying Jiu-Jitsu, as well as other martial arts, just as I'd wanted to do, and I was doing well in school, just as I'd wanted to do, things were still the same. To be honest, I almost cried when I saw them fly above me. I know that things aren't the same, and that me and my friends aren't going to be with one another forever. So, rather than hold on to that, I want to travel and improve myself, to find friends, and become a person they can rely on so I'll never be without them.
The boring story makes it seem like an EoEO thread. But anyway, that's just what I think of whenever I think of traveling and what it means to me. What do you think of traveling?




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). I spent my young life traveling everywhere in the North Island of New Zealand. Since then I've traveled to a few places around Europe, a lot of the UK, and a trip to California... my thoughts are basically if it's sunny, I've enjoyed myself, and I've enjoyed myself triple if it involves meeting friends on some level. I'd rather meet friends at home than travel to a place where there's nobody I know. I guess I just like to share experiences.



