So here we are. August 11th. 38 years ago, today, I was removed from my mother, thusly changing my status from parasite to newborn. I dunno if I ever let go of that parasitic tendency. >.>

Jokes(ish) aside, I'm 38 now. In the midst of what can be described as the most timultuous year ever. Who would have thunk everything this country's been through in the past 200 years, would all resurge at the same time. I don't know if Hollywood could have wrote this stuff.

38 years is a long time, and I feel like I've really accomplished so little. It's.... I dunno. I feel like I've been given more chances than most, and at the same time, have had less chances than most. But I don't have anything really to gauge it off of because all experiences through each person are different. So it's near impossible to say what the average was because everyone's their own outlier.

I know that I want to travel more. To visit more friends and see new places. Getting to see Niagara Falls the year before last, and then visiting Florida and seein' my lil bro here last year as well, were all awesome treats. But I continue to want more than just that. I've had this growing wanderlust that'd developed since my first trip two years ago, and I can honestly say it's by no means satiated. I think it comes from having been pretty sedentary my adult life. And it's just not something I can accept, you know?

I'm not sure where else this life is going to lead, or what roads I'm going to travel. But, certainly I hope they're exciting and wonderful and give me more experiences to treasure than I've had before.

Thank you all for coming along on this lil trip, and hopefully you'll continue to travel with me for another... err... 38-ish years!