A Year Void Of Regrets

*This post was featured on the Travelettes website HERE

I have been “home” for a combined total of 14 weeks this year.  I can confidently say that I have friends all over the country.  I have been to places I never knew existed and I’ve met people that have changed my life for the better.  Most importantly, I have learned so much about myself and about the inspiring world around me.

I’ve been to 34 states this year— via plane, car, train, 15 passenger van and tour bus.  I have seen the sun rise on the West Coast and I’ve seen the gorgeous Fall colors of the East Coast.  I have laughed my way around this country and I have cried myself to sleep in unfamiliar beds.  I have physical and emotional scars painted all over my body.  I have memories that I can’t put into words and I have nightmares that I hope I’ll soon forget.  I have come across people that I wish to never see again and I have come across people that unfortunately, I will never see again.  And you know what? I don’t regret a minute of it!


I don’t regret making that wrong turn in Colorado, visiting San Francisco for the umpteenth time or calling the cops on that homeless guy in Portland because he tried to stab the pigeons.  I don’t regret stopping at that crooked road side attraction in Northern California, not knowing anyone at that fancy hotel party in Seattle or my preconceived notions about Boise.  I don’t regret spending time in Utah with very minimal alcohol, wandering around Park City in the off season or spending hours trying to get to the top of the Colorado Monument.  I don’t regret all the time spent with that rude host in New Mexico, taking a day off and binge watching horrendous Lifetime movies in Santa Fe or spending way too much money on that helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon.

I don’t regret that humid nine week secluded summer in the Poconos, dancing in the small town streets of Pennsylvania at midnight or my ignorant summer affair.  I don’t regret that sweet little Russian girl shoving a pie in my face, all the crappy food I ate this year or walking up and down Route 66 eight times because it reminded me of the film “Cars.”  I don’t regret that underwhelming trip to Salem, all the coffee I consumed over the months, or conforming to the “all American ways” of a Boston Air Force base for 5 weeks.  I don’t regret New York City giving me anxiety attacks, becoming best friends with my ex boyfriends ex girlfriend, or the “great idea” I had to drive to NYC in someone else’s car.  I don’t regret that ferris wheel ride in Texas, those Nashville secrets, or partying too hard in New Orleans.  But, most of all, I don’t regret any of the lessons I’ve learned, the tears I’ve shed, the people I’ve met or the new person I’ve become this year.



Screen Shot 2016-02-20 at 3.39.46 PMSong of the day: Good Riddance by Green Day

Published by Hardly Grown Up

Just trying to figure out this so called "adulthood."

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