That’s me at 19 in the center, with the black dress and room key hanging from my neck. I believe my friends and I had just finished competing in a one-legged-squat-balance; that’s why we’re all sandy.
Just kidding we were living our best beach lives on that island. We were always sandy.
Today, the Facebook memories app/page reminded me of this moment six years ago. Pictured here are some my dearest friends- friends that I don’t get to see often, and rarely speak to, but they remain to be some of the most special people I’ve ever met. This was one of our first nights together. Some of them had already been traveling for weeks when my travel partner (Rachel, the fearless one striking that pose in the back) joined them, and traveled with most of them for several more weeks.
We were traveling down through East Africa. We were a small group on our overland truck, and we loved it – two Americans, FIVE Aussies, and a sweet German. I have no other reason for creating this blog post but for pure admiration and reflection on this important time in my life. Traveling is one of the best things you can do for yourself – not because of all the adventures that await you and all the indulgence you get to experience, but for who you start to recreate, or rediscover, within yourself when you return. So much love for these people and everything they helped me understand about myself.