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It’s funny how life can be a journey and yet it doesn’t take you anywhere outside of your comfort zone. I’m no stranger to travel but unfortunately it consisted of multiple group and foster homes within Ohio. I never unpacked my tattered book bag with rainbow brite and Barbie stickers faded but still sticking to the bag always smiling at me, and ready follow me wherever I go. I never unpacked fully because I knew I would get to a new place and before I knew, it would only be for a short period of time and time to pack again. This is what my first idealism of being a traveler came about. As a child I would immerse myself in books, especially the ones that took place in far off distant lands, my imagination would be my giant eagle soaring through beautiful snow capped mountains, where the smell of the snow in all its icy grandeur would captivate my senses as much as the green lush pastures of rolling hills and trees. I would fly through the galaxy to unknown planets where the indigenous population were made up of beautiful people who skin glowed with sparkles and every color of the rainbow. I dreamed of whatever distant land the book would take me, falling asleep on whatever bed was allotted to me at the time clutching the wilted pages hoping that someday I would travel the world and write about all the beauty I have only imagined about. As the years passed like clouds in the sky, I began to dream less and survive more. I slowly put down my childhood goggles of limitless aspirations and picked of my bifocals of adulthood responsibility. I now limited my books to the tedious process of educating myself in sake of higher education. I passed my dreams along to my daughters in hopes that their eagle would soar to every corner of the Earth and they would bring me back little trinkets that I could collect. But alas the journey of life does not discriminate and my children have begun the tedious effort of being productive citizens. Today as my grey hair has begun to bless me with its silver wisps of wisdom and my eagle has left claw marks in the guise of smile lines I travel through the mountains, cross over lakes, and ride through the rolling hills, as a traveling nurse, I travel to different states taking in the culture of the people and the smells; some not so good but still something I can store in my memories to pull out whenever I wanted to. My eagle is now a beat up Ford Escape that seems to sigh every time I load her up. As I look at my collection of National Geographic magazines, and my collection of C.S. Lewis novels, I slowly bring the little girl out of slumber to let her know that dreams do come true and she can still ride the back of the dragon to the far off distant castle, or cross the desert sands to solve the mystery of the seven wonders of the world, make a dive twenty thousand leagues under the sea just to meet a mermaid........It’s possible to partake in the journey of the unknown.