Young and Free

I spin around. Anything here written in English? No. Anyone here speaking English? No.

A smile creeps across my face. I’ve done it. I’m here.

Twenty three years old. A week ago I was walking across a stage clutching my college diploma. Today I am in Greece. Alone. In Greece.

The next six weeks I have no plans, just a vague idea of where I want to go and what I want to see. For the first time in my life I am completely free to choose my course. Free to roam, to wander, to explore. Of course there is a deteriorating romance back in the states, a summer job to find, grad schools to apply to, expectations to live up to. But all of that feels a thousand miles away. It is five thousand miles away.

Standing here it’s just me and my backpack. Let’s go.


-May 2008


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