I want you to imagine something. Picture yourself in the front row of a roller coaster. I'm not talking about the slow, jolting journey up the tracks or the first upside-down loop you encounter. Focus on that first drop you are about to dive face first into. Your car slowly inches over the top of the curve, revealing little by little the unknown territory that lays before you for the next 90 seconds. The air around you has faint sounds of children laughing and coin machines jingling. You can hear your heart pounding at 110 beats per minute and feel your stomach rearing into your esophagus. It is the moment when you feel the most alive yet uncontrollably vulnerable simultaneously. That is what it feels like to go to sleep on the night before setting off on a year .5 long international feast... alone.
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