As I sat alone in a coffee shop in San Fran, penning down my goals for my upcoming 25th birthday, I realized I travel moderately enough. Yeah, I have yet to have that grand European adventure I've been dreaming of, but I do find myself on a plane a few times each year. Only thing is, I find myself on a plane to the same couple places each year - San Fran and Nashville. And while I love both dearly, I decided I need some new territory. Not just that, I realized I want to always be discovering new terrain all my lifetime. I deemed it a life goal right then in San Fran. Every year, one new city. It doesn't have to be on a different continent - maybe it won't always even be in a new state - but it will be an intentional, obvious, new city.
2012 (Twenty-five): Boise, Idaho
2013 (Twenty-six): Bella Vista, Arkansas
2014 (Twenty-seven): Omaha, Nebraska
Omaha, next weekend people.
Unsurprisingly, each of these trips have also meant meeting a new part of Beau's family. I am looking forward to meeting Grandma Turner next Saturday and hopefully understanding this crazy man of mine a bit better. ;)
2015 (Twenty-eight): Dublin? Crete?