A Wanderer's Wonderings

I fully plan on writing a longer, more explicative post once I'm at home and on a computer, but this is the first time I've travelled (besides short road trips) since I got home.  I am going by train today through the lush and decrepit countryside of the South. I love this journey. I've taken it many times, through many different bits and pieces and everytime I appreciate this area's rich rail-connected history more.
I am sitting in the station, waiting for my train and looking around at the travel posters and the brochures and wanting so much to be able to do this more often. Travel is something I'm used to, something I have worn well: I think I could make a career of helping people who haven't discovered the nuances and tricks to some of these experiences. I would say I could do it easily but I am not naive enough to think fate won't send me a lovely gift of strife if I do.
I've done an entire post before on Samantha Brown. For good reason. She is kind of a hero of mine. In fact, for much of my life I have been loathe to name a hero when people ask that most basic ice breaker. Why should I idolize someone else? Am I not good enough to be my own person? But I get it now and I have more heroes than any person comfortable in their own skin should have. Paul Theroux and Anthony Bourdain and a few other weary travelers making up a large portion of them. I love it. Wholly.
I have recently begun to become a cliche, garnering a love for that all too familiar heroine Carrie Bradshaw, but I admire her writing. I don't know if in her mythos she went to or graduated from college, yet she gets to write about things she loves and explore her world as a career. More and more I pick up a newspaper and think, in the dulcet tones of Mr. Urkel, "Could I do that?"