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My passion for travel began when I was a teenager. A good friend of mine moved from our hometown in Georgia to the mystical, distant land of Alaska. Seeing that my friend was struggling with the move, our parents arranged for me to visit her at Christmas. I was sixteen, alone in Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, blasting the “Into the Wild” soundtrack on my ipod. I gazed out on the tarmac, completely on my own with the world at my finger tips, as Eddie Vedder serenaded me about running away from it all and disappearing into the wilderness. I had never felt so terrified and free and alive. |
