Well here I am, off on another new adventure.
Every time I plan to go somewhere else I remember two things;
How privileged I am to be able to do this for a job.
How much I love escapism. I do believe that’s down to books.
Seriously, I think I could have been an escape artist the way I climb out of places when I’ve soaked up enough. If you had the means would you be the same?
I love home, and Sheffield will always be home, but there is so much more.
Some people say that I haven’t done anything with my life because I don’t have a partner, and I’ve never had a full-time job. Sometimes I believe their negativity, but most of the time I look back over old photos and e-mails and realise that actually I have done a lot with my 25 years.
I’ve travelled, not the world (yet), but I have travelled.
I’ve met so many wonderful and colourful people.
I know this is going to sound so incredibly big-headed, but I’ve touched lives.
I’ve been accepted.
I’m sorry if this post is getting a little deep for a Wednesday morning, but adventures put me in this mood.
My little brother was getting upset the other day because he was so worried about his future it was overwhelming him; he’s 18. I’m sure like me you were thinking about Uni at the age, but were you thinking about having to make as much money as possible to support yourself in later life? I think now. It sadden me to see him put himself under so much pressure. Yes, the future is something to think about, but it will also still take it’s course.
Maybe I should be a little more worried about the future, but for now I’m still young and I’m adventuring.
See you in Holland.