There’s a certain spike of interest (also known as dopamine) in novel experiences. If you love your new job, but never gain new responsibilities and instead practice the same motions day in and day out, you’re most likely going to get sick of that job you thought was the best thing since sliced bread.
(On an unrelated note… why is sliced bread so great?? I actually love having a loaf of bread and just breaking off chunks or slicing it myself. *Shrug*)

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    Traveling this far has made me realize more than ever that I was landlocked in a flat prison for 20-something years. Those few times I traveled outside of the upper Midwest—Colima Bay, Mexico; Disney World, FL; Colorado; Arizona; Oregon—they all had a common theme: eyes glued to the plane/car window, “WOAH!” As I’ve been driving through the hills of the Appalachians, my heart fills with fascination and appreciation and often accompanied with a dorky grin on my face.  The most re...

As I approach the Eastern part of the country, I notice a change in the vibe. Of course, throughout Missouri, Indiana, and Ohio I was cruising through mostly farm regions. It lacked the comfort level I was used to in Minnesota and Wisconsin. I can’t tell whether I was just stepping out of my own personal comfort zone of the upper Midwest or if it was truly a different tone in the local personalities. I’ve now lost count the number of times people have met me on my travels and asked if I...