Moving across the country on an impulse was a terrible idea, but also kinda thrilling in a masochistic type of way. Like, I started seeing numbers and synchronicities, and felt like The Divine was guiding my path. It wasn’t and I’m not gonna lie, the struggle was real. I lived in a hostel for nearly 3 months and when I was broke, sad, and hungry, spam, kimchi, and instant rice gave me the strength to keep pushing forward.
