WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
…Spain. I went there when I was fifteen on a class exchange trip. I don’t speak the language and I’d never traveled out the country before, but I just decided I wanted to go. So I did. And fell in love. Sometimes I can still smell the city in the morning. Sometimes I dream about it as vividly as if I was there only yesterday. The language barrier didn’t matter. People thought I was Spanish. It felt like going home. I’ll go again one day.
n. the exhilarating dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency.