Being "an adult" really sucks sometimes. My conscious won't leave me alone regarding the childish nature of my current goal. Still, I don't want to give it up.
I think I like traveling so much for escapism purposes. When I'm in another country I don't have to worry about what I'm doing with my life because what I'm currently doing is pretty awesome. When I'm at home my future is staring me in the face. It is so big and so loud I just don't know what to do with it.