When I was younger, my biggest wish was to grow up. Because according to my brain back then, everything would be better. When I was sixteen, I had the biggest dream to move to L.A. It was in my dreams every night for months upon months. I wanted to go to L.A. because it’s the place where dreams come true. And now I'm twenty, and I want to travel everywhere because I want to see everything. I want to experience life. It’s always been like this, always been about something bigger—something in the future. What if I travel to all the places I’ve ever wanted to go, only to realize that it’s not what I’ve been searching for all this time? What if I never find whatever I’m searching for?
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