December 8, 2015 was the day I finally took off to start my yearlong backpacking journey through Europe. It was 80 degrees Fahrenheit (26ish degrees Celsius) in my home of Los Angeles and I was wearing four layers in anticipation of the cold that is London that my Southern California born-and-raised body will never adjust to.
I have been working towards this dream my whole life, as it’s the only thing I’ve ever been truly passionate about and worked to make happen. I took extra classes during the winter and summer breaks at my university to graduate quicker, doubled up on the credits I needed to take, worked endless overtime hours with multiple jobs, sacrificed time with friends and family to make extra cash, and put away everything I earned in anticipation of this moment. Basically, I have a rockstar work ethic.
Just kidding. I really don’t. I’m seriously lazy. It was really hard to find motivation sometimes to keep going, but it was absolutely worth it. It always is. I wouldn’t trade anything I did for the reality that came to be. And what a reality it was. This blog will detail my adventures chronologically, with a few manipulations here and there for the sake of cohesiveness.
I realized that over this past year, I only posted around 60 photos to my social media from my 10ish months away. This means that I’ve only shared about a quarter of my experience, leaving out moments that I’ve kept to myself and the people I experienced it with.
I want to share these stories with you now because they mean something special.
I’ll end this first post in the most cheesy way possible with one of my favorite quotes by Henry David Thoreau that a dear friend introduced to me: “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the live you’ve imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.”
Don’t be afraid to comment, share, follow, or question. I would love to hear from you and hopefully I can help inspire you in any way to fulfill your own dreams and get out to the world!