A map contains infinite road ways to my heart; mine presently has 9 countries and counting.My road of singleness is a blessing. Being the sole navigator to my next destination is liberating.How else would I be able to:
Living abroad taught me that I can adapt to almost anything. I'm kind of a bad ass bitch (no DNA test needed) and a force to be reckoned with because I survived the alleged sex trafficking and terrorism in Europe. I actually enjoy spending time with myself, which is contrary to how I felt before this trip. I learned I don't want to tolerate life, but enjoy it. My initiative on this trip proves that I have the power to change anything that makes me unhappy my life, within reason of course. I also learned, not in a feminist way, but empowering way that I don't need a man. Like fighting this societal trend of pressuring you to feel like you need someone else to be complete when you're rapidly approaching the age of 30. I didn't let myself down. And honestly, people thought I would be home sick and get sex trafficked or kidnapped or would have you and I had nothing but great stories to come back with and a certain fulfillment that I wasn't even looking for.... Like the dots on a map, the raspberries are just that; sweet upon meeting and tart upon departure. Cake:
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