My previous blog posts have been about when I was saving up, traveling, saving up again and selling stuff, then traveling.
Now, after over 10 years of dreaming and longing and working towards the goal of indefinite travel, I am finally here.
…And I have no inspiration to write.
I feel like a fraud.
I wanted to help people who wanted to travel but thought it was unattainable.
Because at one point, that was me.
But where I am in my life right now isn’t a result of working my ass off and saving up and sacrifice (although there was a bit of that).
The reason I can travel the way I do now is a result of losing someone I loved and could never imagine ever being without, and inheriting enough money to invest it into a property and then purchasing another property on credit cards, to allow me to receive a passive income.
So I feel like a fraud because I didn’t save this time, and buying a property on credit cards is either lunacy or genius, I’m still yet to discover which.
Going back to the girl who worked two jobs, would socialise with her friends but not drink to save every penny. The girl who’s only one true dream was to not have to work (for someone else) so she could explore and travel for the rest of her life.
That girl is dumbfounded. She can’t believe that she’s actually living the life she always wanted.
So exactly four months into this ‘indefinite’ journey, I’m on a plane to Peru. Since leaving the U.K. in November, I have covered a fair amount of ground on the East coast and southern states of the USA, I had a brief encounter with Mexico where I made three good friends who I plan to return to later this year. I volunteered on Easter island for 5 weeks and followed that up with becoming a member of a community in the forest of Chile.
I haven’t paid for accommodation once this whole trip (I’m not including buying a tent!), and I am learning new skills with every placement I take on.
So this long overdue blog post is my confession, my truth and my never ending journey.