On their blog (which I've religiously been stalking since our initial meeting) they have a list of 20 reasons they decided to travel, ahem, BACKPACK, the globe.
Yes, the g-l-o-b-e.
Day-um.
While the list resonated with me in a few different pitches, one sang out much louder than the rest.
I do agree that waking up to the roar of a river would be preferable to the alarm on my blackberry which sounds somewhere between a dying cat and a tone-deaf Pavarotti, and I too am a sucker for men with accents.
However, aesthetics and sensory overload aside, the reason at the very bottom of their list (which has been promised to be in no particular order) is, drumroll please . . .
Sometimes you have to get lost in order to be found.
These past few weeks have been full of uncertainties and an inordinate amount of change (I'm not referring to our new President; selfishly, I was speaking of my life) and even more questions about my future.
So, as I set out to email a polished resume to my brother for a potential job, or internship... or... waitressing gig, well, anything that will hire me in D.C. I take solace in this idea.
If sometimes you need to get lost in order to be found, hell, I am definitely on the right track.
Oh, and I mean that in a good way.
Getting lost in DC is easy - because it was designed by a Frenchman!
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