The first time I ever had my own room as an adult was when I was living in the most expensive city in the world. My first day of having
the my room, I opened and shut my door about a thousand times. For the first time in my life, I had a door between myself and the rest of the world.
If I can make it here I can make it anywhere… That’s what they say.
Except now I feel like I’m back at zero. I didn’t make it. And nothing has changed. I’m still that same scared, runaway girl on the streets with only a backpack and nowhere to turn.
Everything has changed, though. I have a Master’s degree, I’ve jumped out of planes, I’ve been to three different continents, and I had my very own room in the most expensive city in the whole wide world. Even if it was only for a little while.
So even though sometimes I still feel like that lost girl, I’m not her anymore. She did what she had to in order to survive. But I’m not there anymore, and those aren’t realities in my world today. I am so lucky. I have so many amazing friends who love and care about me, and so many places to turn and people I can ask for help if I need it. And that makes all the difference.
When everything goes wrong, that’s when the adventure begins. And I can always settle down one day and have a safe, warm place to live with books on bookshelves. But I’m in the midst of another adventure, and that’s fantastic. That’s where I’m at now. Just another adventure in my life. Just another chapter in my story. Onwards!