How I ended up traveling to Brazil
I sit at my desk scheming, the cast iron lamp in the corner enveloping me in warm light. I scribble in my notebook.
Goals for the year:
1. Move to a foreign city
2. Focus on improving my photography
3. Involve myself with a foreign language
I ponder my first step. My strong inner voice tells me I must act. Move to Berlin? I know a little German and Berlin's large artist community is perfect for fostering my photography and expanding my artistic expression. I turn to my laptop and open my email, the bright screen staring at me. Waiting. Do I know anyone in Berlin? Or, anyone who might have contacts in Berlin? Suddenly, my "Brazilian Brother*" Norton pops into my head. He has business contacts there right? Maybe he can put me in touch with someone. I write him a short message.
Give the universe permission to act and it will
It is two days later. I walk toward the finish line spread across Glen Street in downtown Glens Falls, New York. It is a glorious June day. The sun shining. The palpable buzz of the "Urban Assault" dotting the air. I take my place among the crowd, waiting for my friend Jackie to finish the race. My pocket buzzes. It is Norton.
Yes. A thousand times yes. This is exactly what I want to do. There is no hesitation in my mind.
Jackie crosses the finish line and spots me in the crowd. I stand with a goofy grin on my face, not saying a word. I show her the phone. A huge smile creeps over her face. I feel tears welling as we make eye contact because I know. I know this is the time. Nothing will stand in my way. Jenny laughs as we share the biggest high five you can possibly imagine.
"Uh, I think this means we need beer," she says.
"Damn right we need beer," I laugh. "All the beer. It's time to start planning."
*When I was 12 Norton was an exchange student who lived with my family for 6 months. During that time we all became really close. Our families still stay in touch. He lives in São Paulo, Brazil. He is the god damn man.