I am from the southwest side of Houston, Texas. It is a beautiful diverse city in a conservative state. I grew up listening to SUC, thinking fuck the people on the northside, we before I even visited to the northside. Then, once I finally drove to the north side of Houston, it seemed soooo far away! Fast-forward, I was very lucky to find some great friends from various countries around the world and have a great friend in London. All of which made the world smaller and smaller to me.
I no longer go on vacations or holidays; I go on adventures. These adventures start of with an un-Godly amount of research. I even try to follow my people who live where I go and send them messages so I can have a point of contact and inside information. Traveling is my therapy. Traveling for me is more of a need than want. If I do not travel somewhere far at least once in six months, I start to feel claustrophobic. But when I do travel, I: get lost, end up in sketchy remote places, get welcomed in some people’s personal spaces, hike for hours making new friends on the way, hitchhiked and picked up hitchhikers, etc. I once told my mother I got lost while hiking. She started to pray for me. Lol. But I told her, “No worries. I am always lost, and have always found a way.”
Life is too wonderful to be minimized
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