At this point, I'm sure it's clear that I am a bit in love with travel. I live in a foreign country, I go on international trips every few months, and I spend the majority of my down time writing, reading, or thinking about the next adventure. All my life I had wanted to see the world, but that desire existed only in the abstract - relegated to the back burner by other plans and other concerns.
Even after I moving to Korea, travel was in my heart, but hadn't yet consumed it.
Then, one day, everything changed. The exact moment is etched on my memory, a stark tattoo, a permanent testament to my newfound perspective. I remember the moment where my life shifted: where I gained new priorities, a new outlook, and a whole new center of gravity.
I remember the moment when I fell in love. Read More