The irony of your reality is that you think you are living your dream and forging your own path to a destination that is constantly ever changing. A place you are not sure it exists but you feel, and are so convinced that you’ll recognized it when you arrived. A place you would discover so much, create a place for yourself, develops true friendships and relationships…… but there’s still so much of you that feel epically lost, the human equivalent of pocket change discarded in the universes’ cosmic couch and cushions. And here is anxiety, holding up a mirror to all of this when what you need most, desperately, is a signpost. Something to tell you that your true home is just around the bend.
In avid to find your way out, weighing various options different, you met a friend, one imported from home, exploring yet another gob-smackingly gorgeous location…
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