My dad and me at Death Valley in May 2009. I blame him for my love of travel.
It’s hard to believe that only one year ago I called my dad on my way to work and asked him a question that has changed the course of my life. The question was this: Should I apply for the Digital Vagabonding Roads Scholarship?
Applying for the scholarship meant that, if I won, I would have to quit my full-time job to road trip for the whole summer, writing and photographing my journey as I went. The idea of applying for a scholarship that would force me to leave the confining, restricting and suffocating but comforting full-time job in a full-time crappy economy was a scary one.
My dad, who worked in Corporate America for the same company up until the day he was forced to retire, said one word in response to my question: Yes.
And so I applied.
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