After college, my mom got a job working on a cruise/business ship. She visited Europe, Brazil, and Africa (and Disney World!)—all before her 22nd birthday. Then, at age 23, she became engaged to my dad—and moved to New York City for him, despite the fact that she didn't have any family in this strange country and barely spoke the language. She even lived on her own in the old YWCA on 58th street for a few weeks before they got married. Talk about a leap of faith. I like to think I inherited my mom's sense of adventure. I also like to think that I inherited her skin. Beautiful, right?
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