Also, I’ve already started to use tumblr less & less which is a shame and that is almost certainly going to get worse when I’m backpacking.
I’m not going to delete my blog at all, far from it - but I’ve met some pretty damn cool people on here that I don’t want to lose touch with, so if we’ve ever talked or reblogged the hell out of each other send me an ask and it would be good to hook-up on facebook
It’s really difficult to get my head round the fact that in 7 days time I’ll be leaving everything I’ve ever known behind to fly half way across the globe where I’m going to live out of a backpack for an undetermined amount of time, at least 6 months.
I am so nervous, yet excited too. I lived pretty independently when I was at uni, but travelling solo is going to be completely different. I can’t just pop home if (when) I get low and I’m going to have to quickly make friendships that may just be fleeting (something I am really really not good at).
I know from experience that I just have to forget all the things that are making me anxious, I’ve always dreamt of this adventure and now it’s happening and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be one of the best experiences of my life. For some reason my brain is wired to make me worry about everything, but once I get out there I know I’ll enjoy it a crazy amount.
Bali, Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Hong Kong, Australia and New Zealand - you’d better be ready and waiting for me!
Saying goodbye to some of my closest friends for I don’t know how long really wasn’t easy tonight. Luckily they got me pretty drunk which made it easier
I am going to die, this is one of the best moments of my life
Who wants to come over, curl up under a blanket and watch the thunder and lightning storm with arctic monkeys blaring
Sweating buckets, battered, bruised covered in beer and piss… but I’m struggling to think of a time I was more happy.
Will do a full write up on Music Blogged tomorrow but that was one of the gigs of my life. The whole crowd singing as loud as any I’ve heard and the likely lads sounded better than I could have ever imagined. All four never looked happier, they didn’t want to leave the stage. I never wanted it to end.
And that’s it. That’s my golden trio bucket list of the strokes, arctic monkeys and the libertines all seen live. Very happy right now