Here goes nothing, or everything? Ive never been a writer, but it couldn’t hurt to try. At least ill have something to look back on, right? Moving a place I had never been to before sounded crazy, even to me. I was in a place in my life however that wasn’t healthy for anyone to be in. I had to get out…I had to escape. But how? I took a step back to look at my life as a whole for a moment and realized that the only things keeping me rooted to my hometown were material things, and a job. I don’t know what made me do it, I suppose being in the dark place I was living in gave me the courage to jump. But fuck did i jump. I quit my job, packed one suitcase, and booked a plane ticket for 9am. I couldn’t wait, when you see the window open to the rest of your life, you want it to start the second you see the light.
It’s funny, I didn’t expect to ever end up in St. Thomas. The main reason I chose it was because I knew it was still U.S. Territory and it had a main airport. There had to be civilization, right? Living on a beach a few nights, couchsurfing the others, being completely content with myself on my own in a foreign place. Who was I? I felt like I literally landed on this rock with nothing else but the desire to do better..to be better.
The first week was the hardest. I was terrified, hitchhiking to get around, applying for jobs and looking for a place to live. I tell you what, in the first three weeks being on island, I learned more about myself than I have in years. I.am.capable.
Looking back now, 9 months later. I see it. I went from backpacking/homeless to an incredible apartment, one of the best jobs on island and a car to get me anywhere. This realization is just the beginning of a wonderful life to come. I crave the unknown. I plan to travel, taking a lesson from each place I have the pleasure to be shaped by. This will be my story. It will have ups, it will have downs. But I hope to write about my journey in hopes to influence others to do the same. The world is my playground, time to play.