People often ask me where I got the money to travel. Then they don’t believe me when I tell them that I worked for six months as a waitress in California. But, it’s true. Every single cent of my original travel budget came from bringing people their coffee, their eggs, their turkey sandwich on wheat, no pickle, no tomato, extra mayonnaise on both sides, extra mayonnaise on the side. Whatever people wanted, I brought them with a smile (even if it only lasted as long as I could turn my back in some cases), and it paid well. I worked at a small town café owned by my honorary mother, Holly, and managed by my best friend and honorary sister, Amy. With its family vibe and homemade food, it was a great place to work, and
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