I’ve been asking myself this question for quite some time.
After an exhilarating, terrifying, eye-opening whirlwind summer around the globe, I’ve been content to regroup at home, discovering the coffee arts as a barista and attempting to replenish my bank account (student loans, I’m looking at you).
But.
I’m getting restless. It’s time to move on. The only question is: where? Oh, and also what will I be doing there? Oh yeah, and will I have any friends? So, really, there’s a lot of questions. More of those than answers. Isn’t that how it always goes?
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