First, it was that sperm that beat all the others and united with a specific ovary, creating my XX chromosomes.
Or, maybe, it was much before that - when the Big Bang caused a series of events that resulted in a cosmic soup that boiled and boiled until it gave birth to the first organisms, which slowly and gradually evolved into the human species.
Or was it later? Maybe it was that decisive moment, when I saw in the map the size of my country compared to the rest of the world, put my finger on a random place and wondered what it looked like. Or maybe it was when my parents persuaded me that I should learn English in order to " be able to communicate with those who do not speak Greek". It could even be a result of the first Lonely Planet documentary I watched, when it dawned to me that traveling could be something more than big hotels, tourist groups and monument lists.
Anyway.
The point is, I got the traveling bug as a kid. However, my early wish of visiting, feeling and understanding other places and people evolved into a desire of living them as an insider. At 20, my imaginary future self was translating books and traveled around the world with her laptop, every year in a different place. Then, in a race of collecting points so as to be more competitive in the job market and in a swirl of friends settling down "cos this is how it is", all this was forgotten - until this year, when a series of unfortunate events led me back to myself, helped me remember and re-invent my dreams and made me realize that it is now or never.
So. I postpone my Master and go live my adventure, starting from Bratislava. I may succeed, I may not, but damn me if I don't try! After all, as they say, "if you don't ask, the answer will always be no".
Or, maybe, it was much before that - when the Big Bang caused a series of events that resulted in a cosmic soup that boiled and boiled until it gave birth to the first organisms, which slowly and gradually evolved into the human species.
Or was it later? Maybe it was that decisive moment, when I saw in the map the size of my country compared to the rest of the world, put my finger on a random place and wondered what it looked like. Or maybe it was when my parents persuaded me that I should learn English in order to " be able to communicate with those who do not speak Greek". It could even be a result of the first Lonely Planet documentary I watched, when it dawned to me that traveling could be something more than big hotels, tourist groups and monument lists.
Anyway.
The point is, I got the traveling bug as a kid. However, my early wish of visiting, feeling and understanding other places and people evolved into a desire of living them as an insider. At 20, my imaginary future self was translating books and traveled around the world with her laptop, every year in a different place. Then, in a race of collecting points so as to be more competitive in the job market and in a swirl of friends settling down "cos this is how it is", all this was forgotten - until this year, when a series of unfortunate events led me back to myself, helped me remember and re-invent my dreams and made me realize that it is now or never.
So. I postpone my Master and go live my adventure, starting from Bratislava. I may succeed, I may not, but damn me if I don't try! After all, as they say, "if you don't ask, the answer will always be no".
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