I like to think of myself as an adventurous character, but it’s really a matter of opinion. What is an adventure anyway? Is it traipsing through Southeast Asia, alone, with no solid plans or ambitions other than fun? Or is it simply seeking out whatever is new and unusual for you, be it on the grand Southeast Asia scale or the more attainable and achievable day to day trying a new neighborhood restaurant without checking Yelp score? What have I done that screams “ADVENTURE?!?” in the last months? I booked a trip to Portland to visit my best friend, having never stepped foot on the West Coast. Travelling cross country alone will surely be an adventure, right? I continue to ignore past lessons and try to date in the least dateable city in America, is this a form of adventuring or a form of insanity? Perhaps both? Now I am wondering if there is an element of insanity in any adventure- we know the risks and yet we make bold moves, hoping that this time will be different.

Maybe an adventure is any bold more you make, unique to each person. It’s choosing the unknown or uncomfortable in hopes of an outcome that you have no control over. A mix of blind faith, boredom and insanity. Why not take the chance? At least you’ll have a story to tell.