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This story can be looked at in different perspectives, but the end will bring out what I’m trying to convey. Take it literally or not, your choice. It was a Saturday afternoon when I had decided that it was time to get at least one stamp on my passport. With no permission nor calculations. Just me. I don’t often make decisions based on no calculations, planning has always been my thing. I guess that’s what drowned and drugged me into coming up with something different. Packing my bags while I took breaths in order to keep me calm, I reminded myself that it will all be alright. The drive to the airport was long enough to make me change my mind, turn back to my comfort zone. Luckily we were stuck in traffic so there was no way. The Uber driver turns to look at how nervous I was and decided to start a conversation about how his 6 year old daughter didn’t know that she was actually a very good swimmer until she stepped on her fear and actually learned how to befriend the water. We laughed and sang and shared a few embarrassing stories together. Trust me I needed it. We arrived at the airport and the butterflies woke my stomach up again. I needed to take a huge dump. The Uber driver helps me with my luggage as I keep think about my stomach churning. Then realized, I just needed to fart out my anxiety, so as soon as the Uber driver was done I walked as fast as I could to get the air out. “All passangers flying to England make your way to D2” announced the pleasant voice. “Here we go, new beginnings with no plan.” See my mission is to basically discover who I am without the people I know. I want to get away from the old me and recreate a new me in England. I finally arrived and the first thing I did was show my ticket and pass through. Okay NOW I legitimately cannot turn back, I’m screwed. In a good way. I got on the plane and the moment I found my seat and drowned myself to sleep for my anxiety. LONDON, ENGLAND. This is it, I’m here. I got into a taxi and went to the hostel(yes I also wanted a hotel, but that would defeat whole purpose of no planning or overplanning for that matter). When I arrived, I got settled in and immediately went for a spontaneous walk. From a few restaurants to boutiques(don’t judge me) then finally the pubs and bars, I had made 2 friends already. Brenda and Amy. I told them my mission and they laughed in my face. Is it something I said? Well turns out no, they were laughing at the fact that I was planning on not planning anything yet I have a mission. Which made sense now that I think about it, that’s when we all decided live free and be spontaneous. I suddenly remembered when the Uber driver told me about his daughter, I basically didn’t know that I was capable of not planning everything that I do and still be happy. And that I’m capable of happiness and peace. Moral of the story: Live and when you do live, live spontaneously. When you must have missions? Rather let them come to you.