Hi everyone, I’m excited to share that I have officially embarked on my 1.5 year long solo trip around the world!
Increasingly in the past year or so, I’ve felt restless and at odds with the lifestyle that I’ve lived in my narrow bubble in NYC. I can clearly see the type of person I’m supposed to aspire to be, and where I’ll likely end up in in 5-10 years if I continue down the same track. Though Im still trying to figure out what my dreams are, one thing I DO know is that the values and trappings (double meaning there, get it?) of that lifestyle are not it. My short term goal was always to live in NYC for a couple of years, gain some job experience, and then start my own adventure abroad. Check, check, and now finally on to that last piece!
I don’t know where my path will take me, or even where I’ll necessarily be staying in 5 days. As someone who lives by a weekly planner, this gives me a gnawing anxiety that makes me want to curl up in a fetal position under my desk (if I still had one). But I’ve purposely kept my itinerary open to force myself to explore and be more spontaneous. And as much as the uncertainty scares me, the almost-certainty of how my life would look 5 to 10 to 25 years down the line in NYC scares me even more. This comic captures my thoughts, in not so many words.
Which is the greater risk, staying or leaving?