By the time I was a teenager, two seemingly contradicting things had become fundamental parts of my identity: I was deeply anxious, and I desperately wanted to see the world.
As a kid, I worried about trivial matters, like whether doors were locked and faucets weren’t running before bed, to the heat death of the universe in trillions of years. At the same time, I was deeply fascinated by geography and history.
At 14, I’d already decided that I would visit every country in Europe before I died. When I got the chance to travel to Greece, Italy, and France later that year, my obsession deepened.
The stakes grew bigger...
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