"Not all those who wander are lost." – JRR Tolkien

Brussels, Belgium

But some are.

Lost adj

1. Unable to be found or recovered

2. Unable to find one’s way or ascertain one’s whereabouts

1.     Unable to be found or recovered. 

When I was 20 years old, I had my heart-broken.  And when I say broken, I mean smashed in two, beat to a pulp, put through a meat grinder, burnt to a crisp, and the ashes spread somewhere over Auburn, Alabama. I was devastated.  My family and friends spent months consoling me, telling me how big of a douche this guy was, telling me how I would wake up one morning and not think about him, telling me how I will find myself again, telling me that I would recover.  Long story short, I did, but it took a while.

I decided to study abroad in the midst of utter heartache.  Sending myself to Scotland was one of the best things I have ever done.  I was lost.  I needed something in my life to look forward to, something to hold on to, and something to help me re-find myself.  Seven months after having my heart-broken, my family hugged me goodbye, and I went to Scotland for study abroad.  I wandered away from home, not only because I had always wanted to study abroad but because I was lost.  That summer, I found myself.  I slowly recovered.

2.     Unable to find one’s way or ascertain one’s whereabouts

My “In Case You Were Wondering” post details fairly specifically the reasons why I wandered away from home this time.  I lost my way.  I was heading down a path that I made for myself, but wasn’t necessarily happy to be on, so I changed it. My life took a 180 in the opposite direction, and now I am slowly figuring out the new path I am on.  I’m still lost, but I am finding my way.

Life changes daily.  It happens under our noses, and we cannot do anything to change it.  But we can change ourselves.  We can adapt to new situations, people, and landscapes.  When we find ourselves lost on the voyage that is life, we take out a compass and plot a new course.  We find a new way.  We find ourselves on a map and figure it out. We’ll take a wrong turn and end up on a dangerous back alleyway, or we’ll happen upon the best-kept secret in town.  Life is like that. Humans get lost.  It’s what we do.  Most of us will be able to find ourselves, or find that path in life.  Some of us just can’t do that at home, so we wander away for a little while.  Not all those who wander are lost, but some are.

Morgan is a travel blogger and columnist who loves chocolate and a cheesy rom-com. She spends her time reading self-help books in attempt to reassure herself that she isn't all that crazy. Follow her on her wild adventures around the world.

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