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My First Travel Adventure
It was May of 2015, I was in my freshman year of college and I was not a big fan of it. At the time I was working two jobs and going to school part-time simply because I couldn’t afford full-time enrollment. The debt had already begun. If I wasn’t working, I was at school studying, if not I was probably out smoking weed and getting drunk somewhere.
I was doing everything I thought I was supposed to be doing. Pushing forward in life, building a career for myself, practicing financial stability and independence, a social life. Yet, I was radically unhappy. Unfulfilled and fearful of falling into the endless toxic cycle that surrounded me. This city. This city was my infinite black hole. The place I would scream to the gods and ask why, why have I been forsaken here? Couldn't I be anywhere else?
Diving deeper into this thought and finally worrying about my excessive alcohol use and sadness, I began to look into my options. Financially, I wasn’t doing too bad. College was a pain but I could afford rent somewhere. Although, even if it was 20–30 minutes away I still felt it was much too close. I wanted to go far. I wanted to go somewhere no one could find me. As the days and months dragged on and on, the universe decided to spare my sorrow and throw me a bone.
Walking through the corridors of the school and waiting for my next class to start(I was always…
