Traveling the Globe

When I was in elementary school, we used to walk over to the globe in the corner of the classroom, spin it as fast as we could, close our eyes, and trace our fingers along the world as it spun. When it would stop spinning, our fingers had landed on a place and that we believed we were destined to be. I don't remember any of the places my finger stopped on so long ago, but now, traveling from South America, to Hawaii, to California, Colorado, Boston, New York, and now Europe, this is how my life feels. I spin around and choose a place on the map. So for now, I am one little point on the map, with so many places still to go, but my "battered suitcases are piled on the sidewalk again, I have a longer way to go. but no matter the road is life." My path seems a little arbitrary, there is a lot of back and forth, here and there, this place and that place, sometimes I don't even know where I am going until I get there, and although at times the journey is exhausting, I know in retrospect it will be all the more worthwhile. I have seen a small slice of culture from the places I have traveled, and the longer I here the easier it gets to leave and explore.