It's amazing to think, if not for my sixth grade teacher, I might be an engineer instead of a writer.
Sometimes, factotums are easily bored, always looking for something new to hold their attention. Just as likely, they're simply bad at everything and stumble from one failure to the next. And then there are the wanderers.
Epilogue: For the first time in my adult life, I didn’t have a goal. I wanted a lasting relationship, a reason to stay, a purpose for a life in Brooklyn.
In the months since we returned, the two of us have chatted often about how our time in Spain has stuck with us. Just last night, she texted me, "It's hard to put into words just how amazing it really was."