So in a little under a year and a half,
I'll be 30.
Sometimes I look back on my
life and fear I've wasted it.
I've had a lot of ideas, goals and dreams.
Some I've done, a lot I haven't.
Today for some reason I've been
thinking about one of them.
Guess where I really want to go?
I want to meet the people.
See the animals.
Help in the schools.
Take crayons, pencils, paper.
Give all the hugs I can.
Take a thousand or more pictures.
Before I turn 35 I'll be there.
Oh, and by the end of the trip...