…but I didn’t want to let it go without writing a little something.
A lot happened in 2013: I moved out on my own for the first time—a necessary thing, but also a road paved with many little frustrations. I started going back to New York every week for work, which pretty quickly led to a big sense of imbalance, which led to me leaving my job in September and relocating to a small, frozen island in the North Atlantic for a few weeks to avert a meltdown and then over to Europe’s mainland for some adventures. I traveled 125,000 miles last year, visited 10 countries and lived out of a backpack on planes and in trains and airports and strangers’ apartments for three months. My grandfather died while I was in the middle of doing that and I didn’t get to go to the funeral, and when I came home for Christmas, I realized fully for the first time that I’m losing my other grandfather, too.