I had a B.F.O. today.
It is a favorite term of one of my role models. He is a man who first met me and my overwhelming number of siblings with a pen and paper in his hand. He has since completely mastered all 12 of the names in my family (goodness, even my mom isn’t that good).
He writes everything down, from notes in a regular sunday morning service to tiny bits of info he hears as he marches, or rather stumbles (hip problem), through life. And boy does his curiosity and love for learning pay off. The man is a walking encyclopedia.
I digress. I wish I had time to tell you about my book full of role models.
I was browsing through old blog posts today when my Blinding Flash of the Obvious came. All these years I’ve been longing to see the world, to travel and have adventures:
(excerpt from my very first blog post)
…My parents biggest mistake was buying a beautiful world map and framing it smack dab in the middle of our living room. Throughout those oh so important shaping years of childhood I could not help but stare at that map every time I trotted down the stairs. I would often hop up on our brick hearth to get a closer look and lose myself in the depth of of my tininess as compared to the glorious world. Somewhere between the wonder and disbelief in so big a world – I decided I would visit every continent, even antarctica, someday.
I say that I am preparing for the adventure of a lifetime, but looking back it is embarassingly clear that the journey has been well under way for a while. So for a moment, just a short moment, I’m going to stop planning my next adventure and I am going to thank God for all the wonderful places he has taken me already.
When I actually started thinking about it, I couldn’t believe how many places I’ve already explored:
Here all my posts complaining about being stuck in paradise (I’m a strange one)
Oh and that time I fell completely in love with NYC
Aside from what is documented here, I’ve also managed to drive across the country (or rather ride across the country) over 20 times in my 18 years. I know the entire interestate 40 like the back of my hand, and am pretty handy with interstate interstate 10, 20, and 80. You know you’ve got your America down when random rest stops in Illinois feel vaguely familiar and when the gas station employees in the middle of the New Mexico desert recognize you.
Planning a trip abroad is hard. There have been a lot of financial hurdles and such thrown in the way. I’ve been trying to get to London since junior high, and I still feel about as far from that dream as ever. And yet, I can’t complain. Wherever I am, there is much to see and do. Most importantly, no matter where I go I can enjoy my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. In the end, He is all that matters anyway.