Written September 2022, Geneva, Switzerland
I have one main default mode in life, and it goes like this:
I have no idea what I’m doing.
And yet, here I am—2 AM, sitting cross-legged on the cold, tiled floor of Geneva Airport, my backpack doubling as a pillow, waiting for a connecting flight to Italy. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, the occasional crackling of airport announcements breaking the stillness. I should probably be asleep, but my mind won’t stop running.
A week ago, life was steady—or as steady as it gets for someone like me. Then, out of nowhere, an opportunity appeared, one of those rare, golden chances that make your heart pound in your chest before your brain even catches up. And without hesitation, I walked into my boss’ office and quit my job on the spot. The perks of freelancing, of living untethered, of embracing this beautiful chaos I call a life.
Spontaneity has always been my trademark, my constant companion. By now, it shouldn’t surprise me, let alone anyone who knows me. But this time, there was something different. A whisper of unease curled around the edges of my excitement. A quiet, lingering ache in my chest as I said my goodbyes. It felt heavier than before. Maybe because, for once, I wasn’t just leaving a place—I was leaving a version of myself behind.
But I also know myself. I know the switch that flips, the moment of no return when hesitation dissolves and all that remains is the intoxicating rush of stepping into the unknown. That indescribable moment where fear and exhilaration blur into one, where I throw my hands up and say, Fuck it. Let’s go.
So, today marks a new chapter. I have no idea what the title of this one will be—maybe I won’t know until I write the last sentence—but I do know this: this journey will be different. It will push me in ways I can’t yet imagine. I will learn things I never thought I’d need to know. I will meet strangers who will carve their way into my story. I will laugh, I will stumble, I will grow.
Most importantly—I will be free.
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