Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost. Except Me, Who Is Lost In The Woods

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I guess you can say I have a bit of wanderlust. I even have a tattoo of a feather on my ankle signifying both my lightness and curiosity. And for the most part, I do believe in the adage that not all those who wander are lost. Except me, because technically I’ve been lost in the woods for three days.

 

It all started when I decided to take a gap year and satisfy my lust to wander. You see, I wanted to wander, but I didn’t want to get killed! So instead I packed my sleeping bag, tent, and Polaroid camera and decided to go on a camping trip behind my parent’s house. The first day was absolutely amazing! I took some pictures of a nearby babbling brook. But somewhere around the brook, I got kinda lost and now I can’t even see my parents’ chimney. I know this is all about the process, but I’m freaking out! I left all my Figi water in my tent!!!!

 

I’ve been trying to live in the moment and enjoy the nature around me, but I also just realized that moss is actually super gross, but I might have to eat it if I don’t find someone soon? I’m also working on loving being lost because I actually think this would make a great Instagram caption, but I don’t have any service and I think I’m starving to death? Can somebody Google that for me?? I’m lost.

 

 

Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy I went on this trip, but if I ever make it out over here, I’m going to give up wandering altogether and just stay put! I’m fucking done—oh wait, is that my porch? Oh. Wait. Is it? It is. Never mind! Found it!

 

At the end of the day, wandering is truly amazing. Seriously, I recommend it to everyone because I truly learned so much. Just keep your head up, seriously, I recommend it to everyone. Just remember that wandering is actually kind of confusing and gets dark, like, super fast.

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