A month ago, I wasn't sure whether I'd head back to the US. It was a thought floating about but nothing I'd truly considered, the prices for flights were already pretty expensive and it wasn't looking likely. Armelle decided to give it a look and within moments I was all set. New York for the holidays with my family and friends.
If I had lived in the 1940's, I couldn't dream about going to another continent on vacation? What would I do for money? What if I didn't speak the language? How would I get back? Even back when I was 19 it was tough, Google Maps wasn't a thing, Google Translate didn't exist and it was difficult to take out money from a foreign bank.
Flash forward to today, I'm hanging out at a cafe in Brussels, uploading pics to Instagram, reading articles on ESPN and listening to music on Spotify. I'm in contact in real-time with folks around the world (back in the days you needed phone cards to stay in touch and dial a long ass pin to connect), life has changed so much (for better and for worse).
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