I was a senior in college when I started feeling the need for adventure again, the urge to point to a spot on the map and take off, to find myself surrounded by fresh beginnings and new experiences.
Growing up in small-town Nebraska, I’d always dreamed of moving to a new country — somewhere with towering skyscrapers and the bustle of life rushing past.
When I was knocked flat by depression in 2009, though, my dreams dissipated. It was all I could do to get through each day, and although over time therapy came easier and medication worked wonders, I spent most of my college years waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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