Therese Marie

“I want to go hike the Appalachian Trail,”

I said reluctantly during dinner. I was fairly scared they were going to get mad at this statement. I’m not talking dropping-their-forks-in-shock-but-then-hearing-me-out-and-supporting-me kind of mad. I’m talking the full blown mad. The kind of mad that makes me feel guilty for wanting to leave. The kind of mad that keeps me at home. But I guess my crazy travel intentions are something they’re just used to by now.

“What are we going to say? No? You’re 23 now.” – Dad Masotta, quoted during a fish dinner. 

Right. I’m 23. What a year, man.

So far I’ve been pretty stagnant and I can’t tell you how much that hurts me inside. You know when you start to feel like you’re failing yourself? All those hopes and aspirations you had! Where did they go?! I went to college and I wanted to use that to live a life of ceaseless exploration. But here I am, jobless, sleeping in my parents home every night, with nice dinners and blah blah blah.

But this comfort is not something that rests well in my heart.

So, what to do? I’m dying to go back to work, but no company seems to want to hire me, despite how hard I try. What could possibly quench my thirst for adventure and intense focus?

I can’t really give you much more lead-up. Really, I was just sitting reading a book, and then I thought, “Ah! I have an idea! I shall go hike the APPALACHIAN TRAIL!”

I’m Therese Marie, I have a little idea about what I’m doing with my life, and I am going to hike the Appalachian Trail.

This is as real as it gets, and if you’d like to see the reality of it every step of the way, follow my whale of a tale here on this very WordPress site. I’ve got a monster of a story coming from the depths of the woods and my mind, and I’d love to share it with you.

xoTM