Random pictures of small villages along the Ionian Sea in Greece… There are a few shots of Athens thrown in here along with the ancient ruins of Delphi. This post is unorganized and random, but I am short on time and I am currently in Israel with bad internet connection. Stay tuned for an upcoming post detailing my time spent in Greece 🙂
^ Last picture of me in France
There comes a point in one’s life when a person must awake from the dream and face the reality of the situation. As much as I have loved my time in France, and have waited for this moment my whole life, I have also had the misfortune of becoming ill very shortly after arriving. I stayed optimistic and had the hope of a full recovery in Europe, but as time progressed, I came to terms with the fact that this would not happen. After months and months of sleepless nights, I made the difficult decision to go home to get better. I am heartbroken and devastated, but since having surgery this morning I am positive for the future. I have worked hard for years, and will continue to do so until I succeed. I have a plan for my life and no matter how many hurdles get in my way, nothing is going to stop me. I will return to Europe again one day, but for now there is only one place I need to go. New York City.
My twin sister’s blog post. Very inspiring and I feel exactly the same way! I suggest everyone take the time to read this.
My whole life I have been choosing between the security of a degree or the passion of a dream. How do I decide? What about the risks? What am I doing? I am 22 years old and seem to be having a major quarter life crisis. I have always known what I wanted to be ever since I was a little girl. However, I was surrounded by people telling me “that will never happen” or “be realistic”. Well who are they to tell me what I can and cannot do? I am done listening. It’s now or never right? Maybe not everyone is meant to take the path “society” has laid out for “us”. I don’t see a cubicle or white picket fence in my future. The thought of the same routine 9-5 job for the rest of my life makes me sick. I could care less about “keeping up…
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