as each day passes, I can’t help but feel how lucky I am to be travelling. whenever I had a shitty day at work before I left (which was often, I won’t lie), I’d always remind myself that soon enough I would be overseas and none of that shit would matter. now here I am and life is phucking great. it has just ticked over two weeks since I left and its already gone so quickly.
I can only imagine how I’ll feel when it’s the end of my trip.. seven and a bit months of travel.
what a life.
travelling alone 