A box full of travel guides...

So I went to see Eat, Pray, Love the movie a few weeks ago.  It is based off of one of my favorite books ever by Liz Gilbert.  When Sara and I were in Italy we went to the gelato place where Liz gets gelato in Rome.  I remember I had lemon and it was the best lemon gelato ever.  We also tried to go to Saint Michelle three times!  It is the pizza place where Liz goes while she is in Naples.  Long story but we never did get to eat there.  Now I have to go back to Naples again.  Anyways, Liz's friend keeps a box under her bed filled with baby clothes for that one special day when she finally has a baby.  Liz tells her that she has that same box under her bed only it is filled with travel books.  I am Liz, I have a box filled with travel books.  Well it is not really a box I keep under my bed.  More of a complete book shelf filled with travel guides and magazine articles and print outs of places I want to go in the world.  I don't have any box filled with baby stuff or anything of the sort.  Does this mean I don't want kids?  It has been something I have been thinking about lately.  I mean, I wouldn't mind having one child maybe two (maybe a Chinese baby) but I am not DYING to have kids like most girls my age.  I don't feel some biological clock ticking like everyone else does.  I feel like I am not ready yet.  I feel like I need a few more years.  I am not ready to give up MY life just yet.  Does this mean I am selfish?  I feel like I still have so much more to accomplish before I have kids.  Lord knows my career isn't where I planned on it being by the time I had a child.  And there are still so many places I want to travel to before I have kids.  It crushed me to have to cancel our honeymoon to Bora Bora this summer b/c I honestly felt like that was my only chance that I would ever get to go there.  Let's be honest, how many young couples with kids just go jaunting off to Bora Bora?  And Mills and I haven't even been to Europe together.  I want to take him to Scotland, England and Ireland in the next year or two.  And I haven't been to Egypt yet!  I want to go to Egypt so bad.  I am just so afraid of having kids and then never getting to travel again.  It is like my worst fear.  How am I going to be 31 tomorrow?  Where has the time gone?  How have the past 10 years just flown by?  Can I be like the women in Hollywood and wait until I am 40 to have a baby?  Is that acceptable anywhere besides Hollywood?  I doubt it.  But I just know that there will always be a list of list of places I am dying to go...even when I am 40 and 50 and 60.  So I guess there is no "right time"  to have kids.  I don't know but I still don't feel like I am ready yet.  So I guess I will wait a while longer.