(Queue a relatively deep post.)
On Saturday night, I headed out into Torino. I met new people, was introduced to new things (drinks) and curled up at 6am the next morning with a gorgeous Italian who I have been getting to know here. It was great.
Whilst out, and this seems to be happening increasingly to me whenever I get talking to people, I was asked about my adventures of the last few years (many), my plans for the future (few) and then the general assertion that I must be really brave and that they’d love to live the kind of life that I live everyday if they could only summon the balls to actually do it. Continue reading “266. Your comfort zone will follow you.”