The little money left over after taking care of necessities wasn’t enough for a transatlantic pleasure trip. Rustic adventure travel on the cheap was not an option. From my perspective, growing up in the car jacking capital of the world, where crack vials and crime tape were neighborhood staples was adventure enough for me. If I went on vacation I wanted to stay in a proper hotel with proper amenities and private rooms. In America I spoke the language, I was comfortable, and had an amazing support system. I believed I had a good understanding of the world around me and felt no immediate need to expand my universe.
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