I’ve been a student at Emory for 8 (going on 9!) years now. In that time, I’ve led dozens tours and talked to hundreds of prospective students. I’ve always been pretty honest with them about my likes and dislikes. I have to say that the only two things about Emory that just don’t sit so well with me are that (1) we’re so far from the ocean and (2) we don’t have a football team and all of the beautiful things that go along with that.
I’ve always kind of regretted not having a college football team to cheer for. For a while there, I was rooting for this kid’s team (Go Blue! Also, if you read this blog, I miss your big melon-shaped head), but that waned. My b is a VT grad and a huge Hokie football fan (Ok, fine, that first pic isn’t actually him but I totally wish it were). We’re going to go up to Blacksburg for a game in October and I couldn’t be more pumped about it. There’s something really invigorating about thousands of people all in the same place, all really enthusiastic about the same thing. It gets your blood pumping, it makes you feel connected to people. I can’t wait to experience my first real-life college football game. I think I’m going to have to stock up on some VT gear if I’m going to hold my own. Anyone know where I can get one of these outfits?
Last weekend, my hunk-a-hunk of burnin’ love and I watched the Jennifer Anniston/ Paul Rudd flick Wanderlust. Maybe not the best choice in movies, but it did have this gem in it that kept us laughing all weekend. Half way into the movie, R asked what the word “wanderlust” meant and I told him what it meant and he responded, “oh, sort of like you, right?”.
I guess he’s right. I’ve always had a bit of a spark in me — a sense of adventure, a desire for exploration. I always want to try new things and meet new people and go to new places. I suppose this makes me wanderlustful (wanderlusting? wanderlustable? wanderlustastic?).
My next few posts are going to going to touch on this idea of wanderlust and some adventures that are still on my bucket list.
My absolute favorite thing to do is to go camping. I adore hiking. If I had my druthers, I’d spend all of my days with a backpack on my back, making my way through this country’s national parks. The number one park on my “to do” list is Redwood National Park. I’d love to catch some backcountry camping beneath the never-ending trunks (almost 400 feet tall! Just for perspective — that’s almost the length of a HR on a MLB field) and kayak down the Smith River and maybe even ride one of the elks that everyone says wander so freely around there. Of course, while I’m up there, it’s just a hop-skip-and-jump over to Portland, OR where I can check out the world’s largest book store and the oh-so-infamous VooDoo Doughnuts.
What is the world coming to when women want to see a movie about male strippers and men want to see a movie about a teddy bear?