Yes, you may have guessed it. It’s a Frenchie speaking. But don’t worry, I am not rude, I don’t always complain, and I am not looking to start a strike on the trail!
Anyway, welcome to my first-ever blog post!
My name is Titouan, and I am a 25 years old photographer/filmmaker. I currently live in Bayonne, in the French Basque Country near the Pyrenees, which is a nice area for hiking! However, I was born and raised in Paris and spent most of my life in and around the area until I turned 19. With this first post, I hope to tell you the story of how I got to where I am today to the best of my (writing) abilities.
It’s called football!
I grew up playing soccer… I’m sorry let me rephrase that: I grew up playing football! I was a goalkeeper and had big plans of having a professional career in Europe. For most of my teenage years, I lived and breathed football. I even left my family and home at 12 years old to enter a youth academy and pursue my dream to play in the league. But like with any plan, life often tends to come in and disrupt everything.
The American Dream
At 19 years old, my football career was going nowhere. After being released from the youth academy with my high school diploma in hand, I wasn’t really sure what to do. I wanted to keep playing, but I also wanted to get a higher education. Two things that weren’t compatible. Well, in France at least! So, after some thinking and planning, I finally told my family one morning: “I am going to America! I am going to play football for a university and get a degree!”
If you had told 12 years old me that one day I was going to leave, voluntarily, overseas to a country I have never been to and don’t speak the language of, I’m pretty sure I’d have told you “Screw that!”
But at the time, it felt like the right decision for me. And it was! Not only would I be able to pursue my two goals, but I would also get to live abroad, see new places, meet new people, and experience a different way…
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