In Which I Take a Pickaxe to My Bucket List - or, Ara's Going to New Zealand and Australia
I was about 20-years-old, sitting on my floral bedspread with an envelope and $20 in my hand. I had written myself a letter, which I tucked into the envelope with the $20, and put the whole thing in my nightstand. The letter carefully explained to my soon-to-be-older self that I was saving to go to New Zealand before I turned 30...
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