Today while I was getting settled on the University bus I had the uncanny sensation that I had done this before.

If you know me then you know that’s not far from the truth since I graduated school 11 years ago.  So in that way it is similar.

But today it felt distinctly like my time in Mexico, arriving for the first time in a foreign country, my backpack at my feet on the bus, 4 years of Spanish classes jumbled up in my head, heading down the road with a vague understanding of the lay of the land.

Going to a country I’ve never been to before is so exciting to me.  I love it.  New roads, new bus routes, new languages, new (to me) history.  And the feel of a place is something that can’t be replicated.  Sitting in the presence of the Jade Buddha, or Chichen Itza, or any place where hundreds of thousands of people come to show their respect is a feeling that chills my spine.

Sitting on the bus today, with my traveling backpack full of nursing books at my feet I had the same thrill.  I’m not going to Mexico, Costa Rica, or Thailand this time.  I’m a tourist in my own life.  Destination: Nursing School.

I know where I want to go, and I have a general idea of what I want to do.  I don’t know how it’s going to happen yet, but I know I’m gonna keep getting on that bus with my traveling pack at my feet.

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.