Future with a capital F

I have some plans for the future that are sort of exciting, but mainly just very scary. I'm not going to go into specifics, but they include leaving France and doing other things with my life. Mind you, this is all in the far-ish future, but I'm already thinking about it.

Here's the thing: I know I'm a restless person. Always have been. I need big. I need fast. I need furious. Eventually, one day, I hope to find myself "bogged down" with a real job, kids, and a man I love. That is, of course, the ideal situation, what everyone aims for in life. But I've come to realize that the ideal situation carries constraints that are rather serious, that I'm not ready for right now. Unless my man and my job are very flexible, I'm not going to be able to up and run to Tonga for three weeks. And you know what? That's something I like being able to do now. And I can. So I'm going to take advantage of the fact that I'm 24 and restless. Well, more accurately, I'll probably start taking advantage of it sometime next year.

It's just a strange thing. Some people are fine with not ever leaving the same town all their lives. Others are fine with an occasional small adventure and then settling down. But it's occurred to me that I am both unfortunate and fortunate in that I need adventure. In a major way. Living in China, hiking through Peru, having a tea in Morrocco... none of these things sound unappealing. But there are other, more specific things that stick out in my mind, and I've decided I should just get cracking on some fo those dreams before other, more permanent ones, keep me from doing so.

It's freeing, in a way. I've been deliberating over my decision about should I stay or should I go for the last year. Now I know. I have to go. My move to the US may be pushed back another year or so. I've talked to the Boy about it. He agrees that we'll just see how we feel at that point. Anything can happen. Just most people don't let it.