I have this philosophy—who you are today is not exactly who you were yesterday and who you will be tomorrow is a person whom you have not yet become. The things we do, the places we go, and the people we interact with all coalesce and work to change us a little bit each day. Who I am today is not who I was five years ago or even a month ago. Likewise, I do not know exactly who I will be in the future. All I can do is live and see where I go and who I become.
According to merriam-webster.com, wanderlust is a “strong longing for or impulse toward wandering”. Wikipedia defines it as “a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world”. (I know, I know, but I like Wikipedia’s definition.) As a twenty-something ready to strike out on her own for the first time, I definitely feel the pull to wander and explore—not just through the geographical world but also personally, mentally, ideologically, and psychologically. I want to see new cities and lakes and streets. I want to meet new people. I want to have new experiences. I want all these things, and I yet I am afraid. I am afraid and confused and determined to do something even though I am not quite sure what that may be or where or who or how. I don’t quite feel wanderlust so much as wanderlost. I don’t plan to be in this state of willful confusion forever, but it’s more than enough for now.