With a career in travel, there is a definite air of glamour and excitement to my work. Jetting off from country to country for the past year was an incredible experience, as I hiked the Inca Trail in Peru, took an open air jeep safari in India, and discovered the westernmost point of continental Europe in Portugal.
Travel can be exciting, overwhelming, dangerous, magical, and educational, but most of all it is exhausting! After a year on the road I was ready to return home for a while. So I returned to New York City in a strange juxtaposition of past and present. My apartment looks the same as it did one year ago, but there are subtle differences that I notice. My backpack lays forlorn in the corner, my camera is full of past memories, and my brightly hued Sari is folded in my nightstand.
I will never forget this incredible past year and I now have a room full of daily reminders. Will I stay in New York for good, or will I feel the need to hit the road again? After just a few short months here, I am already feeling that familiar itch of the travel bug. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I do know that I will be eternally grateful to myself for taking this leap, and forever changing the course of my life.