The bucket list gets longer every day. So many places I want to visit, a lot of places I want to live at, many events/festivals I want to attend, skills I want to learn, books I want to read, movies to watch, sports to try out, people to meet.

I fear that real life is approaching fast, and I will be forced to move these things down on my list of priorities. Not that it will be impossible to go to burning man or an african safari once you have kids, work to do, an expensive condo to pay off etc. But it will be harder. It won't be as important. And this sucks. I don't want to become one of these people completely unadjusted to society, wandering around the world at 55 without any real friends or attachments. I see the end of my unconditional freedom coming in about 5 years.

Maybe it's stupid and I won't care then. But I care now and it is now that I have to make the choice of what to pick out of my bucket list. NOW I have to decide: do I go on the great american roadtrip or do I move to NYC for a couple months? I know I won't get to do it all :(