Or when i am 30?
If i were to go back 5 years, i could not have imagined this life. I have long since given up the comfort of home for this - living out of large black suitcase with baby blue trimmings. The trade might seem ridiculous to some but it made perfect sense to me.
I didn't care where i would go. Somehow the journey seems so much more important than the destination. I wanted to be nowhere, yet be everywhere. Exchanging comfort for uncertainty, i suppose, is not for everyone.
2 weeks ago, i arrived in London. and in 2 weeks, i turn 30.
The odds are good.
