27 was a crazy year for me. I quit my job, sold all our stuff and jetted off with my partner and a 10kg backpack to a completely new continent. In the past year, I’ve learnt that nothing can really ever go to plan. I need to stop trying to control situations so much and just let them happen naturally. Not knowing where we were going to be in a week’s time was terrifying and liberating at the same time.
I’ve learnt not to judge places and people on face value. You won’t know if a country or a town is going to be amazing or not until you are there, and it all depends on your attitude alone. Travelling to countries like Serbia, Bosnia & Herzegovina and other Eastern European countries, I had preconceived notions of them being war torn and unsafe. It was exactly the opposite, and I count those countries as some of my favourite places in the world. The people in these countries are so kind and helpful (more so than even Australia) and it made me feel awful for judging them previously.
I learnt how to be more independent. After spending 10 days camping in the Swedish wilderness with limited showers and a lot of slugs, I made the decision to travel on my own to Italy. Shannon loved his hiking trip all through Norway, but at the end of the day, I don’t enjoy heights and a lot of the hikes are difficult, and with a recent knee injury, it wouldn’t be feasible for me to try them. I had an awesome time in Italy on my own, I dined in restaurants alone, I made new friends, I sorted out my shit, and now I literally feel indestructible. Everything works out and I am completely capable of looking after myself. One of my biggest achievements and happiest moments in my life.
I feel like 27 year old me is a better person than 26 year old me. And at the end of the day, so long as we are growing as people and striving for improvement, that’s all that counts.
This is my year.
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