It’s now been forty-eight hours since I arrived in Dakar, Senegal. Forty-eight glorious hours filled with connecting with incredibly talented creatives, drinking Bissap and eating my weight in Thieboudienne since I left my old life back in Atlanta - a life I had been desperately trying to break free from for years. Even with all the hard work I’d put in, it still didn’t feel real. Not when I emptied ten years worth of memories from my house to move in with a childhood friend. Not when I gave notice, then quit my corporate day job after living a double life for the past two years. Not even when I sold my car and pretty much everything else I owned. Maybe it’s because I was still existing in a fear filled fog, too scared to dare risk jinxing my plans by truly believing my move was real. But as I packed up my entire life into two and a half suitcases a few hours before my flight (yeah, yeah I know – I’m terrible), it finally hit me. The idea I had been willing, wishing and working vigorously towards for the past few years and dream that inspired the creation of this website (hence the name Spirited Pursuit) was actually happening. Finally. read more
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