I did live a normal life…for a time.
I went to high school. I went to college (and didn’t even study abroad! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I guess I must have momentarily lost my mind). I joined clubs in school. I got an internship. I got hired right out of college, which seemed utterly amazing at the time.
I was working in the fashion business. Fashion and Business? Perfect. I went along enjoying work for a time, until of course I realized my life had come to a tragic end sitting in an office every day! Day after day after day…and then, the magic happened. I got laid off!
Woo-hoo! It’s a celebration! And a severance package?! Fantastic! Yes, I realize I should have been upset/stressed/worried, but I was ecstatic! I took that opportunity and flew with it. I went to Dubai, Sharjah, Bahrain, and then came back and “looked” for work, then, since I just couldn’t find a single thing…I went to Germany, Morocco, Amsterdam, Tennessee (I know…but hey, Tennessee needs visitors too!)
And then, the fun came to an abrupt (well, I guess after 8 months, it wasn’t that abrupt) halt when I got a job offer.
I should take this right? But what about my love affair with travel? I have to take this. I took it. Back to normal–deadly boring–life. I did manage to go to Australia, San Francisco (twice), Ecuador, New York (twice) and D.C. while working there…I guess it wasn’t all that bad. See? I was normal once…kind of.
