So, on this day last year I was arriving in Hanio, Vietnam, to start my four month journey around South East Asia. This was the first time I had travelled solo out of the UK. For the first time in my life I wasn’t scared. I was excited.
I had shaken that feeling of being lost. First the first time in my life I had felt that I was on the right path. Everything I had endured in life had built me up to get on that plane.
A year on, my only regret I have is that I cam home. I didn’t have a plan when I went there. I didn’t have a wealth of money either. Everything I did was there to test and to build my character. The entire idea was to immerse myself into another world and to test and build my character.
A year on and I am here in Essex sat in my apartment after work swimming in thoughts of nostalgia. Everything is good here but wherever I have settled since I have been back has not felt like home. I am not ungrateful for my life. And I wouldn’t say I am unhappy but I am not content.
I know what I am searching for now though and the path I am is long and testing. But I have finally decided on a plan. I will have to be patient and finish my studies before I can move to Australia and beyond next year – the generic British person plan right?
For now though I have to motivate myself with thoughts of my next adventure and I have to distract myself with the feeling of excitement I felt when I was travelling.
If you would like for me to write some of my stories from travelling let me know and I will make some time to write about them