After spending the last year of my college education living in Brazil, coming back to work an office job in California was a less than thrilling prospect (but hey, that’s what you’re “supposed” to do, right?). Well after six months of living the good life, earning someone else’s living 9-5 everyday, and finally realizing that what you grow up thinking you are supposed to do and what you can actually do are two entirely different things, I decided to abandon the textbook graduate path and embark on a journey of my own.
Following a summer landlocked on an island of drunken tourists (Fire Island) and a stint in the Middle East I somehow resolved to hike the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) in hopes of not only finding my spirit animal, but connecting with nature at its most basic level (read: pooping in the woods). Twenty-six hundred miles later I found myself in Canada, a changed person. My wanderlust has now surpassed its fail-safe, the event horizon, the point of no return, and now it’s the future or bust. The adventure is only just beginning.