Everyone could use a compass because who hasn’t been lost?

The couple of past weeks have been a little strange. Funny how you go through life with all your own goals and dreams, to one day be completely confused about how you got to where you are and where you are going next. It’s been almost five years now living in the city of Toronto and I can’t help to think of where I want to be.

With completing my journalism program and not having anything holding me down now, I want to travel. I’ve meet some pretty interesting people in my life who have traveled. Some have gone for months to places all over the World and some have never came back.

I’ve always had this need. It’s the very reason why I wanted to be a journalist in the first place. It’s almost embarrassing to write, but I’m twenty-two years old and I have never been on a plane.

I’ve been to the States once when I was twelve. I traveled down to Texas with my grandfather. He’s a trucker and had to bring a shipment down, but it was hardly a trip, or anything like it, because we were constantly on the road.

A friend of mine had recently left for Brazil and had plans to make it down to the Antarctica. He said to me, "With a bit of patience, adventure will be yours." The only thing is I’ve always been a very impatient person. I’m inspired by his words and have been thinking about getting on a plane some day soon because there’s more to this life of mine that I want to discover it.

I’m currently working at a restaurant right across the street from the CN Tower and seeing it everyday gives me hope. It reminds me of myself in high school when I couldn’t wait to get the city, however, back then it wasn’t the tower that gave me hope… it was the stars.

~The Journals of D…

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