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Saturday night at the end of the winter. It’s been two weeks since I’ve quit my comfortable job in order to change my life. The 30s crisis hit me hard and a complicated relationship with a co-worker had made things worse. So here I am, drinking with some friends, wondering what I’ll be doing during the six months before returning to school. Considering my state of depression, a friend suggests that I just pack my goods and head to Barcelona. I tell him that it doesn’t just work like that. I can’t just show up in Barca and start shooting photos of random skaters, so I simply sink into my bottles of red wine and fall asleep on my couch. I arrive home the next day to find that Josh Clark has added me on Facebook and I initiate a conversation. Josh tells me that he’s in Barca with a group of young guys for the next two months. I check my bank account, arrange for someone to water my plants and pick up my mail, and buy a plane ticket for two months in Europe. My head still hurts from all the wine but to quote The Dead Poets Society, I’ve got the feeling I have seized the day.