In July, I took my kids on holiday to Los Angeles. A month after our trip, a(n)1suddenly came to me. Why couldn't I have a two-week European holiday alone? I once thought, if it did ever happen, it would be when I was2. At that time, I wouldn't have to3 my kids and I would have enough time.
I drove alone across the US before, but I never travelled to other countries. Their4 weren't the same as mine. I was worried that I would be unable to communicate with anyone.
5, I soon realized if I wanted to follow my dreams, T had to walk out of my comfort zone(舒适区). If I let fear get in the way, I'd never get anywhere.
Finally, I tried to do it. When I6Europe, it was like I was inside a dream. I couldn't7what I was seeing and what I was experiencing.
The best part was the bus ride to Venice. It was nice to8quietly and see people riding their bikes to wherever they needed to go through the window.
Some people might9 it's not a big deal thousands of people visit Europe every day. But it was more than that to me. It was about having a dream and when it was time for it to come true, I wasn't10 to let it happen.
