Right now, in my 19th year of life, I am taking a year off. I'm living in the yo-yo of quasi-adulthood, playing at who I'd like to be and what I want to do. And of course, what better to do with this chunk of obligation-free time than travel??! (I, for one, can't think of anything.) So, I gallavant around the world, or even just my home town, finding the wonderful bits and internalizing them; making them part of the self that I try to be (the me my sister thinks I am).
And so, the world is my oyster (though I am not in truth a shellfish fan, but we aren't being literal here)--hopefully I will turn out as a pearl.