When I was in Taiwan, there were times I felt I had reached the peak of my existence. I didn't need more friends. I didn't need more adventures or stamps in my passport. I felt so alive and full. I had purpose. I had a community. Life was SO GOOD. But if I am to let the past be a school that teaches me how to move forward, I would have to say that's it when you reach the peak of anything, it's only a matter of time until you have to descend. And this all for the purpose of scaling the next peak.
I never thought I would be here, in this place of financial panic and insecurity as a wife and mom. As a single female, it was terrible enough to be huddled in my apartment broke, trying to figure out how I was gonna get to work the next day so I could have money again. But it's even worse now that I'm responsible for other people.