I’m in the middle of what some would call a quarter-life existential crisis, where I packed up my life, quit my job, sold my car and jumped on a plane with a backpack. I’d prefer to say I got bored and ended up on the other side of the world. The fun part comes in figuring out what the hell to do next.
I’ll try to keep this blog as honest as I can without gravely embarrassing myself or others. That means some juicy details might be redacted, but only if they’re not important to the story. I’m a 22 year old West Aussie on a slow trip to wherever I feel like going, most of the time by myself. My mum thinks that’s pretty interesting, so I hope you do too.