Iwas twenty-five years old when I decided to board the greyhound bus with a backpack and a suitcase for New York City. I had no job, no apartment, no friends nor family waiting for me when I arrived at the bus station. I was alone — and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t overthinking everything that first night in the city. I remember sitting down in one of the four beds at the hostel and thinking “I really, really fucked up,” as I fought the urge to call the parents, or call anyone for that matter, and hear some comforts over the phone. For the decision was mine. I left everything I’d ever known — the familiar, the comfortable — and I went outward into the unknown. I said goodbye to the family, the bird’s nest, and flew off. Now I won’t explain why I left the midwest, as the reasons are another story, but I believe my departure to be the right place for you to understand what I felt about life thereafter and how I found Measure the Moment.
The Quiet Luxury Moment
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