I am constantly dreaming about the next place. I ache to be on the road when it is Thursday night, convincing myself I'm not going to be back Monday morning at 7AM when I am obligated too. My biggest fears are that there are too many books I want to read and too many places I want to immerse myself in that I won't have enough time. In 2013 I stepped foot out of the country for the first time at 19 years old (I wish I would have done it sooner); I always told myself I would find myself in Africa. The idea of discovery in a new place, in the self, in other people truly ignites my heart. I am the kind of girl whose feet get tired of standing still, but never aches from the miles left uncharted. I want to be a person of the world. I want to be good at leaving, and coming back. I don't want to be afraid of New York City and I'm okay with struggling because of a language barrier. I am comforted by the fact that the same stars that I saw in Singapore are the same ones that greet me when I get home after a late night working. 

I want to chase magic.