Sometimes I go to places that so resembles something I’ve read in a book that I feel like I’m in that book and someone’s reading about me. When we went to see the Bangui Windmills, I felt a little like that. For so long, I’ve enviously viewed so many photos of friends (both online and IRL) who went that place that visiting it myself and seeing the humongous, white, fan-like structures against the brilliant blue sky was almost surreal. I couldn’t quite believe that I was there.
Immediately after graduating, I jumped right into the slave-like life we young(ish) ‘uns like to refer to as the “corporate world.” 8-to-5 jobs are not very friendly to traveling plans, and I guess I just kind of let that excuse get in the way of my desire to get out and see more of the world–something I suspect I’ll regret till I’m wrinkled and gray.