I am fascinated by the idea of the “Dream Job” because when people asked me what my ideal job was- I was always stumped. I puzzled with the question of what my dream job would be because I had not yet discovered my passion.
The answer to that, oddly enough, would be found on my aunt’s coffee table during a boring and rainy vacation. There were stacks and stacks of outdated National Geographic magazines that I dived into. These new, exotic places seemed so beautiful and interesting. That’s when it hit me. It would be my dream to be one of these traveling journalists. I loved to write and I ached to travel. When I went to college I was drawn to political science and geography classes, and even became a Geography major. My bedroom is covered with pictures I’ve cut out of National Geographic magazines. For my eighteenth birthday I asked for a hiker’s backpack. I buy guide books for countries I haven’t even been to yet, just in case.
I dream of traveling to the remotest corners of the world and learning about the culture and the people there. Then, I’ll write about it with such clarity and vivid description that the reader can hear the sounds of a Peruvian jungle, feel the Sahara heat, and smell the busy Indian market with me. I want to inspire the wonder that was given to me. If I peruse this dream, it definitely won’t just be a job.