Approaching my 26th birthday, the simple thought of not sleeping in my queen bed with my boyfriend would have discouraged me from travelling. I had sunk into comfort like quicksand and it was suffocating me. I had the feeling that my life wouldn't make sense until I had found its spiritual meaning. I felt I could not give birth and raise children in this society. I wanted to go somewhere to find what was missing from my life. I wanted to take everything in and bring those elixirs back with me, wherever I would end up. On my 26th birthday, as I plucked my third grey hair, I decided it was time to move. I left my relationship and job of five years. I decided that before I'd get a dog, buy a house or have a baby, I had to buy a one-way ticket to Brazil. Sometimes, I do get scared of leaving behind what I had before and not being able to return. But if I never come back, I guess it's because I will have found something better.
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