i am a dreamer.

I want to travel the world, move to NYC for a fast-paced job but eventually raise a family in the suburbs with the quarterly vacations around the world.  In my twenties, I want to travel to Asia and shop the markets of India like in the movie, Eat Pray Love.  I want to sip wine and eat cheese with the natives in the south of France and visit the historical WWII sites of Germany and Anne Frank’s home in Amsterdam.  I want to visit Seattle, I’ve never been there – Grey’s Anatomy depicts the city well.  And while I truly do want all of these things, I am living in central Indiana devoting most of my time to my job, leaving at 7:50 in the morning and returning home just shy of twelve hours later. 

Is it wrong to dream of these other worlds?  Now, please don’t misunderstand, I’m content with my life here. I am learning so much as I transition to being a ‘real adult.’ I like my job, I like my friends and life here but I cannot resist the dreaming.

Lately I have been thinking a lot about the balance between ambition and being content.   What does it look like to be content with where you are at, yet have goals and dreams that may take you to a different place - whether it is by graduate school, a job, or even a relationship.

I am a dreamer.