For the first time in my life, I’m finally being forced to evaluate my priorities and wrangle my sense of wanderlust. I recently started working my first salaries, full-time, 9-5 jobs, 7 months after graduating university. I’m ecstatic that I have a job where I am secure and don’t have to worry about hours being cut or about how much my paycheck will be, and I like the people that I work for and with. It’s the first time in my life, though, that I’m not really free. This day is definitely one that I have been slightly dreading, as I know it’s now going to be incredibly difficult for me to travel. I’m making more money than I ever have before in my life-something that’s always been some sort of an issue when it came down to traveling. The only thing keeping me from doing what makes me truly happy is…work. It doesn’t make much sense, right? The thing that makes me able to do something does not allow me to really do it. What do I mean, you’re probably asking? It’s something that I’ve heard adults complain about for as long as I can remember…vacation time.

I’m transitioning from a time in my life where I had to work 2-3 part time jobs at a time in order to afford to follow my passion, meaning that I had a lot more flexibility in my schedule as I could just take time off and not really have to worry about work (as I had no real reason to care about it-I wasn’t being paid enough and I was hardly respected enough). Now, it’s different. I have 2 work weeks/10 days off, paid, per year now. It was definitely shocking and something that I have yet to fully come to terms with. I know I should be happy that financially, I’m in a great place and I no longer have to work exhausting hours for meager paychecks. It’s just difficult for someone whose main goal in life isn’t to own a house by 25 or be established in my career, but instead to see as much of the world as possible before I really don’t have the ability to. Something I’ve come to realize is that weekends are going to continue being my best friends, and I’ll be utilizing them as much as possible for the foreseeable future.

I have no doubt that eventually I’ll have the magic formula figured out, but even if I don’t, can I say my excuse is that I’m young?

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