Do you ever feel like Alice falling down the hole? As if you’ve taken one step, expecting to land in one spot only to find your self in a completely foreign place? But wait. Not only are you in some unknown land, you’re also unable to disconcern how much time has past. Has it been just a second, a day, a month, years?

At the moment I feel a bit like Alice. Has it really been years since I’ve truly updated this blog? And at the same moment I am looking around wondering where exactly I find myself; how I find myself. I am no longer a teacher. In a  just a few days I will no longer live in Baton Rouge. And I am no longer the 22 year old girl who started her journey to the south bright eyed and bushy tailed. Yet, she still lurks somewhere below the surface. I may no longer hold the title of Spanish teacher, yet I am not able to simply shrug that skin off. I will no longer call Baton Rouge my home, but I will not forget the experiences nor the lifelong bonds formed.

The leaving is interesting. Both joy and sadness coexist in the same confusion of my mind. I am leaving, but not starting. I have no career lined up, no home already found. Instead I am stepping into a different, well worn persona; the traveller. Over the next couple of months I will revamp the blog. It will be updated for past, current, and future adventures. For now I will leave you with a thought best said by Robert frost:

“You are searching, Joe,

for things that don’t exist: I mean

Beginnings.

Endings and beginnings — there are no

such things.

There are only middles”