Last year on this day, I embarked on something unthinkable and inconceivable to myself and to my friends. I left the comfort and safety of home to backpack Europe alone. It was 3pm when I left work with a tiny duffel bag weighing no more than 22 pounds. I bounced out of work onto the EL, nervous and beyond terrified, as I headed to the airport. I was alone. I knew nobody. All I had was myself and thirst for adventure.
One year ago, I would have not known how much of an adventure I would have. Better is that one year ago, it was the turning point of my life where I stopped dreaming and waiting for things to happen. It was one year ago when I began to make my dreams come true.
One year later, I look back at how much I have grown since I left work that sunny afternoon. I won’t say that my quarterlife crisis is anywhere near over, but instead of being confused by it, I am embracing it. I’m loving every moment of the quarterlife crisis.
And once 3pm strikes this afternoon, I will be sitting in my cubicle at work as if it was another day. But deep down inside, I would be packing my bags, leave work and heading back to Europe on another adventure.