"dwell comfortably in the midst of profound uncertainty" -john keats

Uncertainty. My last semester of college I was hit with this sensation for the first time. I was always the girl with definite plans. The girl who wrote everything down in her planner. But here i was a few months from graduating college, still unsure about what I wanted to do.

Part of me wanted to go to graduate school, since that seemed like the typical next step. Graduate high school, graduate college, go to graduate school, get a job...but i decided that going to graduate school was worthless if i wasn't sure about what i wanted to go to graduate school for. I considered playing soccer abroad, doing volunteer work in another country...you name it, it crossed my mind.

For some reason, unbeknownst to myself, I have always wanted to go to Australia. Perhaps it was the extremely easy going Australians that I met during my time spent studying in London or maybe it was the people I know who have gone there and come back depressed to not be there anymore.

Part of me blames my urge to travel on the failing American economy. "It's too tough to get a job right now" I tell people. But honestly, I am not yet ready for a full time job. I know that once I get a job, traveling will come second and I will probably never get a chance to do the things I have always wanted.

My mom says i have "wanderlust." (wanderlust definition: 1. a very strong or irresistible impulse to explore). I guess she's right.

So here I am.

My flight leaves this Saturday, February 21st from JFK towards Sydney. I arrive on the 23rd and have a hostel booked for the first five nights. After that, I am on my own. No house, no job. On the other side of the world. . .

For the first time in my life without a daily planner.

Should be interesting.