30

Thirty has not scared me one bit. The age 29 threw me for a loop, I even cried once. I think that is because I feel like 29 is a perpetual Sunday. And to me, Sunday is the worst day, way worse than Monday. The anxiety of waiting for something to happen is much worse than it actually happening. So 30 to me is a celebration. The beginning. I have had one heck of a decade. So many changes have happened in my life and I look back at 20 and don't even know that person. It seems so long ago. A look back at where I was, what I have done and some of the highlights:

Beginning the Detour

Welcome! This blog was birthed from my former travel blog, May the Road Rise, about my GSE experience.

Once we arrived home from the GSE I read this quote and it resonated so much:

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world

In fact, once I arrived home I often awoke with the question in my head, "Where am I?" I think it took a little while for my brain to catch up to my body. It happened more often at home than when I actually was in a foreign country.

I felt insanely happy and content doing something out of the ordinary and not settling for the easier path.  This blog will chronicle the life of Kim, from my travels to my ordinary, often mundane life.