Wander into the past.
I started dreaming of travelling the world roughly 6 years ago in 2018. I had two years of high school left and no idea what to do after. All I knew is that I wanted to see places that you only dream of or see on TV.
February 2020, we started the year off strong with a new pandemic. Graduation was only 4 months away, but surely everything would be back to normal by then. Or so we throught. After graduating, I only focused on travelling as soon as it was allowed again. Those months following graduation, while my friends began their next steps in life, I found myself feeling isolated. Only having a social environment working saturdays at the local bakery, or Thursday nights at the art course with my best friend. Like many of us, I wasn’t able to do what I planned, I got stuck in a downward spiral, as my best friend called it. I developed bad habit after bad habit. I never went out the door, I slept in and only left my room if neccesary. I was stuck to my phone and desperate to find support and happiness online. Which only made me more addicted to my phone and only ever brought me tears. I could not wait to finally be able to fulfill my dreams and travel.
In 2021, the borders opened and I could finally begin planning my trip. I turned 18 and was old enough to travel by myself. I was terrified of travelling solo for the first time, and nervous to meet new people. But I was excited to finally get out and explore, and for the first time in almost a year, I had something to look forward to.