How I Am I Older?
Fourteen days ago was my birthday and I arrived in Philadelphia, PA. We drove an hour and a half away to go to the eastern coast. The day was overly white washed, everything from the grey sky to the muted pale pastel colors of the summer houses in the sea side city. The beaches had not officially opened for the summer, so the town was particularly quiet except for the powerful winds that whipped through the desolate streets. In my eyes the day was wonderful.
I got to be on a beach on my birthday and rinse my feet in the chilly green and frothy waves as they washed up on the hard sand. Every day is different and exciting in every way. Things happen that are unexpected and beautiful. After we finished soaking up the gloom of the ocean we had to find some dinner. Most of our drives have taken us down long three lane one way roads, that insist you know exactly how to get there. Cruising along at 50 mph we stumble across a little mom and pop pizzeria and do a drive by. It only took us about 15 more minutes to get turned back around and in the right direction. We finally made it and had a nice veggie pizza and calamari. We then made our trip back to our little camp group in New Jersey. I rested easy and had a birthday unlike any other. I turned 23, and somehow that seems older than I was, possibly from making the decision to dedicating my life to Being And Doing. I feel like heading in the right direction. If someone told me when I was little that on this birthday I would be on an adventure of my life with two great friends creating some wonderful volunteer work that makes a difference, I wouldn’t have been able to wait. Everything that I learned while growing up truly made me more prepared for this journey and makes it worth it. My Mom always encouraged me to think big and make a difference. I feel accomplished that I am at the beginning of something great. I am not done with college yet but I feel that this trip is leading me in a great direction to achieve the most of the hands on learning before I finish school. The time is now to be what you want to be, and I have made the decision to make something new. I’m so happy that this has been part of journey through life while getting to see such a great insight to so many other’s lives and accomplishments. I’m so enthused that I get to be sharing this experience with my best friends Katie and Chris. It’s so crazy sometimes, waking up in a whole new city doing a variety of jobs and still knowing that your friends are waking up involved in the same thing. We are truly taking responsibility for our actions and choosing to do something good. It’s a new beginning that leads to a great future. I have never been so involved in anything before in my life.
Every day my friends and I are a family, Being And Doing, Inc., and really executing being able to do “it”. I can’t help but think about my Daddio and brother, Alex back in Lakewood, OH along with my hot-diggity-dog, Jackson. They are back at home taking care of business. My brother is a Junior at St. Ignatius High School and my Dad is doing fatherly things. I wish they could get to see first hand how we are doing and see all the great faces around America. Since my Mom’s passing I have tried to be more observant of how you remember people and how they make you feel. I have been more perceptive of emotions and how fantastic other people effect me and I try to soak it all up into my memory. Even though I have been more aware of people and their nuances, I still miss their presence. That is something that can’t be duplicated. I can talk to my father and brother but I miss giving Jackson some attention and him loving every minute of it. I know that not having some things make those things more loved and appreciated in general. I look forward to seeing everyone on the next occasion.
Till then I will be living it up with the people that matter as well and are involved with me wholly on this trip. It’s an amazing thing to experience and will be paying attention to every aspect of me living it. There is so much to do.
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