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Sydney Opera House

Sydney Opera House aka Home

Looking to my right, i see a few pizza boxes stacked up on the stove, a plethora of recently bought kathmandu gear, camera gear, travel documentaries on my tv screen with the arcade fire burning through my ears. I just had an email reminder that I fly out of Sydney in 10 days time to Europe, and my house looks like tellie-tubbies on acid. There is shit everywhere. Books, whiskey bottles, band memorabilia, surfboards, clothes, motorcycle parts… you get the idea. I’ve given myself 3 days to get myself together and move lives. Not a terrible start for a 28 yr old about to embark on a year plus journey around the world right?

Initially, this trip was supposed to be 2 months around Europe over Christmas, before heading back to my job. I really struggled over the last six months off the back of my last trip to get back into everyday life, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the next adventure to begin. The adventure part of me just kept tugging on my heartstrings every day. Then it was all I could think about. My head said no, and my heart said yes. So i threw in the towel at my job, brought my flights forward a few weeks, and decided to have a proper go this time around, and turned it into a minimum of 1 years travel abroad.

I don’t really have much of a plan at this point, the most I’ve worked out is the first stop – travel Europe, south east Asia (sea) and japan, Canada, the united states and central america. That’s the extent of it really. First stop will be Ireland, it’s really become my home away from home. It’s been my first and last stop in every Europe trip I’ve done, it’s a cosy country, with fantastic live music, good for rock, folk and trad, full of steaming pubs and the Irish… well they’re Irish, warm, welcoming and loads of fun, full of great stories, friendly and know how to pour a proper pint with a decent head. And the country is bloody beaut. Green, lush, and although it’s wet often, it’s never stopped me trekking down to the local pub in Gorey, Wexford, or enjoying a proper good drive around Clifden or Antrim.

Samuel Beckett on the Liffey

Samuel Beckett on the Liffey

Most people think i’m a little insane for quitting my job (basically it was very well paid and i was well looked after) to go live a life abroad for a while, but i feel like there’s a whole lot more to the world then the old 9-5. wake, work and sleep lifestyle. I don’t want to buy a house and be tied to something, you know, live that city dream of a degree, a house, 3 kids and a white picket fence. I want to be free to go wherever I want, whenever I want without anything keeping me in the backyard. Unleashed. Go searching, eternally even. Find more out about myself and what i’m made of.

Not sure what to expect, at the moment, I have a complex amount of emotions running in my veins. I’m feeling excited, wanderlust-ish, scared, happy and courageous to mention a few. I suppose trips like this are old hat for experienced travelers/backpackers, I’ve been overseas 3 times previous to this adventure, to Europe and the us, but done nothing of this magnitude. I’m not really sure where i’m going, what i’m doing or how i’m doing it, but i do know that I’m gonna get it done. Reach for my dreams. And own it.

The beard, the man, the adventurer

The beard, the man, the adventurer

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