This dream had long existed within my own imagination. It took to fruition in college in the form of whispers between friends. Whispers matured into a fantasy of living in Italy for a year learning Italian, soaking myself in their history and eating my way through Florence, wine in hand. These dreams were abruptly wiped away from my mind. Aspirations like these required money and reality reminded me that was the one thing I lacked. I watched my skin fade into a green hue while my friends effortlessly roamed around the world, stamping their passports along the way. And there I was chained to my seat by student loans, an unstable job market and fear of leaving everything behind.
I do not know if it was on the Parisian streets that I drenched in wine or within the picturesque alleys of Zaragoza or perhaps it was was getting endlessly tangled within the winding roads of Barcelona where I fell in love. But I did. And I never recovered. I can still remember when it came to me that to be more alive I had to be less afraid. So I did it, I lost my fear and gained my whole life. Ever since that turning point I have been involved in a love affair which has flown me around the globe draining me of my finances but flooding my soul with spirit and filling my heart with wonder. It has left me craving ever-changing coordinates and thirsting for adventure.