The long awaited trip is still one day away but my overly anxious mind is already dreading the return. I think I would like to go back to school this fall semester, but to do that I would have to quit my cush job. They won’t hire me part-time and that is the only way I will be able to go back to college. Some days I have it all figured out. There is no doubt as of where my future is heading and when my dreams will be accomplished, but every other day I am completely and utterly lost. This short but sweet getaway to New Mexico is the inspiration I need to once again get in gear and make it through the next six months or however longer it will take to begin my career. Travel Journalism. It’s a hard business to conquer and even harder to earn a living but it is what I want. As of now, being on the road is my life. It is my obsession and I will be happy doing nothing else. I’m excited and giddy about ideas waiting to be tasted. Where do I start? Will college help? How-to books? Workshops? Experience? Luck? Can you imagine the feeling of accomplishment I will be bathing in that glorious day of success? This is the day I live for. It is what keeps me going. My dreams will come true for it is a matter of life or death.
July 12, 1999