“Are you willing to take a leap and explore the world with me?” I’m a homebody. I love staying at the comforts of my own home, being clingy with my bed, having a date with my books while sipping my freshly brewed coffee poured in my favorite cup. I’m someone who loves routines. Everything should be properly organized and well-executed for me to consider my day a perfect one. I love being in control and planning ahead. My future has been properly laid out already-- even what happens when I die, where my assets will be given to, everything’s just waiting for them to take place. I’ve got a plan for everything but if there’s one thing that I wasn’t able to anticipate, it’s being a victim of the taunting quarter-life crisis. What happens if I suddenly experienced a need to have a change in environment? What happens when dissatisfaction and discontentment wash over my system? Will I be swimming along the current of the waves? Or will I drown in the vast waters of the ocean?