Why is it so hard for me to believe that someone would want to read more into my life? I have really thought about this question a lot lately… especially because since I returned from the six months I spent in Washington D.C. my blog has severely suffered.

I find myself having a difficult time deciding what anyone wants to hear… I am a 22 year-old wife working, going to school and completely and totally addicted to traveling. So I guess the last thing is what I assume peaks anyones interest into my life.

But that desire to travel is embedded in so many of us today. How does wanting to see the world make me unique at all?

Last weekend we were in Star Valley with a few of our friends and four of us were sitting  next to the snowmobiles at the base of a Canyon. Our good friend Nate sorta chuckled as Zac and I mentioned our upcoming travels… asking how we like to be gone so much.

You know how after a week or two traveling most people moan of enjoyment when they lay in their own bed? When I am home for two or three weeks in a row I groan with boredom.

Not because I am bored with my life. I love my husband, I love my friends and family and my job but there is something inside of me that just constantly wants to go. To go and see and experience and meet and expand everything. My knowledge, my network, my heart. And thankfully Zac has that too.

And so I am sitting here midweek between a snowmobile trip and a boating trip and all I can think about is how I am anxiously awaiting the moment when the boat hits the water and I am laying on the back, eyes closed, and I feel the sun warm my skin.