I am lucky to live in a great place.
I live in Southern California, where there weather ranges from being cool-ish to being hot-ish. We have fruits and vegetables of almost every kind year long. We have beaches, forests, mountains, and deserts. What is not to love about here? I am going to say that I don’t like this place, but it seems to be a little too good to be true. The people are always happy, the weather is always nice, friendly faces everywhere.
I seem to become bored so easily with this place. Actually, I am really happy here.
I pass time dreaming about having Indiana Jones style adventures, or putting myself in an uncomfortable situation, only to make it better?
I am grateful of living here, I just also wish that I could see the rest of the world before I embrace the idea that the best life to live is the sheltered, comfortable one.
I also read these awesome stories of people who gave up their comfortable lifestyles to go into less developed countries, to help other that are less fortunate, and that is what I really want to do.
Hmm, and then the question that arises is, will I be patient enough to go through High School, college, and Medical School (if I make it)?
Well, the future will tell. But in the mean time, I need to be more grateful about living in such a pretty place.