Here’s the plan.
Travel the world until I run out of money.
Anyone who knows me knows I have a severely impulsive side, with an affinity for “bad decisions, good stories” (motto c. 2008 – yes I actually came up with yearly motto’s for myself in ye olde college days). Lately, I’ve been having a midlife crisis of sorts (at age 26) since among other things I made myself and my parents a promise that after 27 I would stop wearing fishnets, start dressing like an adult and get a real job. Which I pretty much completely forgot about until I read an old diary from when I was like 16. Oh how quickly a decade passes.