The quarter life crisis can take you all kinds of places: to the bar, to your ex’s bed, halfway around the world, or to a cult. No judgement.
My quarter life crisis took me on a solo trip to Calgary, where all the girls had tattoos and all the guys looked like they played acoustic guitar before bed.
The question that confounded me during my quarter life crisis was not about my purpose or direction in life, but my identity.Who was I away from everyone else?
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