After months of planning, piles of stuff hauled to the thrift store (two pickup trucks full, to be exact), selling my trusty Toyota Corolla, dropping off my cat at my parents’ house (bless them), and days and weeks of goodbyes, my round-the-world journey officially launched last Tuesday.
It seems like a big thing, right? A thing people think of doing but rarely do. That big, “What if?”
It was a “what if?,” but was fed until it became a “yes,” became a “why wait?,” became a, “now.”
As a friend said once when I was discussing doubts about this undertaking, “What would you regret on your deathbed one day? Not taking some job here or there or not taking this risk?” Continue reading “The World is a Big Small Place”
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