When you’re gearing up for a big trip, people want to know why. Especially if you’re a girl travelling alone in South America for four months. The assumption is that you are mending a broken heart, or you are “lost” and trying to “find yourself”. In my case, neither of these reasons quite apply.
As a late-twenty-something girl who spent the past eleven months sleeping in her childhood single bed at her parent’s house (teddy bear bedding included), and working three jobs to pay off student loans (in this never-ending, bone-chiller of a winter, no less), this is more a case of I-need-some-adventure-or-else-I’ll-Sylvia-Plath-myself.