In August I set out to do something I had never done before: live in one place. For three and half months I lived in the same place. I approached this endeavor with great concern, concern that I would become overwhelmingly stir-crazy, concern that the walls would close in and the calmer pace of college would push me into a mental downward spiral.
How did I survive this stationary life?
By traveling, of coarse. I went mostly short distances, with a few long ones thrown in. You see adventure isn't always about picking up and flying across the country (although I did do that this Fall- twice). Adventure, discovery, mystery, they're about looking around you. Chasing the sunsets, finding comrades who will look for magic with you, trying new things that sound crazy.
So here are a few glimpses of some adventures I found close by. Gypsy living is in my blood, and sometimes it's really hard to not be moving every few weeks. But you don't have to drive a thousand miles to be a gypsy, you just have to get out on the road and head somewhere.
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The Firefly Coffee House, located somewhere in Fort Wayne.
A blurry photo of this artsy coffeehouse that I was able to explore with friends/fellow adventurers.
Braving the Autumn wind we went searching for buildings that had stories to tell.
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This photo was taking right after I half yelled at my boyfriend something along the lines of, "LOOK AT IT! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" He quickly pulled over the car so I could capture the moment. But the shot wasn't right. This is where I get the term "chasing the sunset" because that is exactly what we did.
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gypsy | jipsē
noun
2 A nomadic, free-spirited person.
Keep adventuring, my friends.
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