It’s 10:00 a.m. on a Thursday morning. I’m sitting at SFO waiting for my flight to Quito. The time has finally arrived. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for months, years really. If someone had asked me 5 years ago if I’d be quitting my job and traveling the globe, I likely would have laughed in their face. The past few months have been a blur. I’ve gone through the motions of planning my trip, renting out my condo, putting my furniture in storage … all in preparation for this day. But not until this very moment does it all feel like it’s really happening. The past few weeks have been spent with friends and family saying my goodbyes. It’s the longest stretch of time I’ve been away from my family. Eight months doesn’t sound like
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