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It would seem that I’ve always loved adventure. Something new, the anticipation of a trip, and that very feeling of excitement. Whether you’re traveling somewhere, looking out the window, or sitting behind the driver’s wheel - it all felt like something new and quite emotionally rewarding
The problem is that now, with my trip to Germany coming up, I’ve been trying to convince myself for almost two weeks that it’ll be interesting and worth it. And the shit part is that I just can’t seem to convince myself at all
And it has everything I need. A new experience. Yes. New people. Yes. Did they give me money? Yes! And my social circle won’t change much either, since I’m going there for work - and, in fact, with my job
The conditions were just perfect