The turning point was in July 2016, sitting in my father’s car with him outside of my surgeon’s clinic, on crutches, in pain and finding out that I had to restart treatment again, when I had a total meltdown. 34 years-old, having never traveled, feeling as though I was ten years behind in life accomplishments, and worried that in my current state I wouldn’t get to achieve very much. With the gift of having a friend introduce me to online marking a year earlier, so that I would be able to support myself regardless of my immobility over the previous year and a half, I said to my father… “I think I’m just going to take my laptop, go to Italy and work from there.” My father, a very stern man, simply responded “I think that’s a good idea.”