Dream, Girl

[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”yes” overflow=”visible”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ background_position=”left top” background_color=”” border_size=”” border_color=”” border_style=”solid” spacing=”yes” background_image=”” background_repeat=”no-repeat” padding=”” margin_top=”0px” margin_bottom=”0px” class=”” id=”” animation_type=”” animation_speed=”0.3″ animation_direction=”left” hide_on_mobile=”no” center_content=”no” min_height=”none”][fusion_text] Dreams are a funny thing. [/fusion_text][fusion_text]Seven years ago today, I packed my bags, put all my belongings in a storage facility and bought a one way ticket to New York. In hindsight, was it a reckless choice? Yes absolutely. But would I have done it differently? Absolutely not. That’s the funny thing with dreams, when you choose to chase them, sooner or later, they do come true.