How it happened..

Dear ones,

some of you know that I have wanted to travel for a long time. At least since high school.. about 13 years ago. This number can bring only luck. Or? 😉 At least that's how I remember it.

Somehow, something always got in the way during these years, so I didn't go. Usually, it is like that, that one and I did it too, but blames other people for it. In the end, it was me. I was afraid of what to expect, afraid that something would happen to me, that I couldn't handle it, afraid of losing what I had at home, whether it was my partnership or my surroundings (family, friends & acquaintances). I didn't have the backbone to overcome my inner pig dog.

But through my evolutionary development (fortunately) and the striving for it, which is favored by my general curiosity, the day came when my backbone was big enough and my fears (except one 🤗) were minimized.

And so.. I separated myself from everything that kept me at home.. apartment, work, etc.

I made these decisions in the middle/end of January 2018.

Even then it was clear that I would start at some point in August 2018. It was not yet clear exactly when and how.

Shortly afterwards, I had an initial plan, which I later discarded because I listened to myself and how I wanted to do it. The first plan was tied to dependencies such as it would be good to earn some money without listening to whether I really want to work.

So I made sure to take care of myself more and what I really want. Working was not part of it for the moment 😉..

For example, I also objected to a big farewell fuss at the airport. Oh come on, guys.. you just have to and tears, especially.

I would rather just walk down the street with my backpack, with one or two waving hands in the corner of my eye.. something like that..