growing up?

I am by no means as spontaneous as I once was. When I was 21, I was planning on going back to school in the fall. Two weeks before I was to leave, the opportunity arose to go teach in Honduras for a year. So, two weeks later, instead of moving the two hours to Chico, I got on a plane for a country that I knew next to nothing about. But I don’t know that I would be nearly as willing to just jump up and go these days. Though I really do love being spontaneous. But I think as I get older, I have more responsibilities and commitments that I feel like I can’t just leave them on a moment’s notice. But I don’t really have responsibilities and commitments. I don’t have kids or a husband, so there is nothing keeping me from being able to be spontaneous, except for my job. But that’s somewhat flexible. But maybe as I get older the desire to be footloose and fancy free is replaced with a desire to settle and put down roots. Or maybe next week, I will be announcing that I’m getting on a plane for Djibouti or taking a walk across America. Who knows?