WHO AM I?
My name is Holly. I am in the peak of my youth at age 23. I have started a blog for friends and family to follow me in my journey that will (hopefully) take me around the world. I'm out to study the world and the oceans and hopefully find Free Willy along the way!
Blogging will be my first step in my new journey. I will try to keep up with posting about my new adventures! I've also added an "UPCOMING" tab. Here I will post any upcoming adventures or big events planned that I am excited about. This tab is supposed to talk about me so here I go:
I was born and raised in Minnesota. Although they met in Minnesota, my parents are not originally from there, so I have no family (other than my immediate family of course) who live there. I have many friends, most come and go, but I always cherish the time I spend with them. I graduated from Waconia High School in 2013 as an average student. Nothing really set me appart. Later that fall, I went onto higher education at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul to study Music Education. Later into my first semester as a flute player, I started feeling extreme pain when playing. When tendonitis struck, it was time to set aside music as a hobby. When searching for something else to do with my life, I just sat down and watched my favorite childhood movie, Free Willy.
I have been a little traveler since before I can remember. My "Gran" (my grandma doesn't like to be called "grandma") owns a beach cottage right on the shore of the Outer Banks in North Carolina. This was my first trip as a baby. This was also our family vacation spot for various holidays and family get-togethers. Normal kids in Minnesota start developing frog hunting skills, I was on the beach late at night with a flashlight, hunting for crabs with my brother. Some of the best memories of my childhood consisted of burying my brother in the sand or driving for hours to get to the next light house. As Jaques Cousteau once said "The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in a net of wonder forever" and the sea, had indeed, cast its spell upon me at an early age.
Growing up, travelling became a normal thing. Whether it be driving down to Kentucky to stay on a houseboat in Dale Hollow; visiting Gatlinburg, Tennesee; visiting family in Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Indiana or Texas; going to Disney World after my mom's last chemotherapy treatment; or even just taking our camper to a different neck of the woods for a weekend trip, I was instilled with wonder for other roads ahead at a very young age. I was taught that laughter could get one through any hardship and to always enjoy every sunrise.
During the summer of 2014, I worked at a boys and girls camp in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina called Gwynn Valley Camp. After just experiencing the passing of a dear friend, it was a hard summer. Though, I toughed it out and found that time really does heal. Though the real story is about the people I met. I had the honor of meeting two very good friends who came from very different places. They both taught me some very valuble lessons. The first is very simple, there's always time for the little things and it's the little things that end up meaning the most. It could be sitting in the Walmart parking lot until 4am or playing music through a thunderstorm to help your campers fall asleep, they end up being the parts you remember. The second is, I can go anywhere. Throughout my short life, I have noticed that there are some people who like being comfortable. I, on the other hand, want to see how far I can go and where I will end up.
In the end, it isn't the big decision of "Where will I go?" that matters. It's the small decision of "I am going."