I overheard a couple of girls at a coffee shop the other day, researching ways they could purchase their dream homes by the age of 35. A promotion, loan, wealthy husband - a list of solutions to their tangible vision.
Am I weird for daydreaming of hikes more than white picket fences, independence/freedom more than companionship and career, air bnb spots more than mansions?
Staying still with predictable outcomes never interested me. That's how I find myself here.
When my colleagues were rushing to their careers, I was stacking up "moments" off of the beaten path. On this day, my office was here, a heavenly alley. Travel is my solution.