I'll catch ya later Kansas

When I told my dad that I was moving to California last summer for an internship, he replied by saying something I always knew, but that I never knew he realized.

"Look down at your feet little girl," he said.

I was completely confused. He wasn't even addressing the fact I just told him I was moving thousands
of miles away! "Huh!?!?" I said.

"You've never been a tree with any roots planted in the ground," he said.

I smiled and moved to California.

He was right. I love to go places, see new and exciting things, meet new people, and try risky things that sometimes even I know goes against my better judgement. (Last summer, I met these random British Airways pilots who let me copilot a plane to Catalina Island. THAT was one heck of scolding from my mom the next day.)

So that's just what I'm going to do… see the world. I am happy with my getting a degree in Broadcast Journalism. But the newsy side is definitely just not me, and that's just something I have come to realize. I love being on TV, and of course that would be my ultimate dream. I would love to be on The View and I hear they're hiring these days…

I hope to find a job in the Entertainment industry at a television show or station. Or I would totally take a job where I could travel around for a bit. And way, way, WAY in the future, when I retire, I'm buying both my husband and I Harleys so we can ride across the country. And if I've already seen everything here, I'll ride it across the border or take it overseas and drive through Europe. Oh yeah, and I also want to go to Australia. and Japan. and Africa.

But for now, my summer starts off with my running the San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Marathon on June 3rd. And then I'm moving to California at the end of the summer.

But first, I'm graduating in just… two weeks. (and the tears start streaming down.)

Deep breath in…