Two things were a part of my life longer than I would care to admit: lingerie and ice cream. (If you like where this is headed, I apologize.) I'm referring to 6 a.m. mornings heaving boxes of unprocessed Victoria's Secret product followed by late nights making Marshmallow Goo sundaes and chocolate shakes for screaming children until my hands were numb.

This wasn't exactly how I imagined reaping the fruits of my $30,000 degree in advertising. I did these for a solid year before I was offered the opportunity that would unveil my love for adventure.

The two months I spent touring Europe—and the individuals I met doing so—changed my perspective in a multitude of ways. The most important of which is that you don't have to suffer through discontent. If you're unhappy with where you are, it's time to shake things up a bit. Try something new. Take the leap you've been meaning to take for awhile.

That's what brought me to where I am today: 1,900 miles from family, friends, and the Midwest I grew up in—writing in Chandler, Arizona.