True Living.

I feel like I haven’t really lived that much.  Granted, I’ve only been alive for seventeen years which is a relatively short time.  But I was thinking about it the other day when I learned that one of the prompts I have to write for a college essay is: evaluate a significant experience in your life and its effect on you.  Well…I don’t know that I’ve really had an super significant experiences.  My life has kind of been the same routine for the past seventeen years repeated over and over.  Which is just really sad because I don’t want to be a boring person.  I wish I had amazing experiences to think about and reflect on, but I just don’t.  I’ve lived in Ohio for the past four and a half years and before that I lived in Michigan since I was born.  Not super exciting stuff.  I’ve never even been out of the country unless you count Canada, which you shouldn’t because it’s not that exciting there either.  I went to New York City for a weekend, but nothing really happened there other than that I realized how expensive everything is and how relatively little money I have.  I don’t exactly want anything bad to happen to me, or anything like that…but maybe just a departure from the mundane that has been my life up until now.  I’d really like to travel.  I’d really like to meet interesting people and learn, hands-on, about cultures other than my own…I think I’d just really like to do SOMETHING.