I spent one of my nights in Morocco writing in my journal and sitting alone on my hostel's terrace under the most sick rad nasty full moon, reflecting on what was to come in the next chapter of my life, kept awake by a mix of anxiety and just amazement over the present. Visiting Morocco reminded me that I love traveling, that I thrive in the chaos of developing countries, and that I can make friends just about anywhere. I’ve since returned from that adventure, and have just traded in a rather luxurious lifestyle in Paris, filled with travel and ample vacation time and champagne filled lunches and a handsome French boyfriend for a disparate nonprofit job @schabitatfh, making not a lot of money with lots of night and weekend work, serving some of the most marginalized communities in South Atlanta. It's been less of a shock than you would think, because I believe firmly that a life lived for others is the best kind of life, and I feel an incredible sense of fulfillment in living my life in accordance with my values. As much of a dream Paris was, I'm ready to get to shake things up and make some change in the city I've come to call home. #ATLforever.