Where Am I? Why Am I Here?
I catch myself day dreaming about getting away again, about hitting the road and wondering what this adventure will bring me? Dreaming about having a beer in an underground bar in Budapest; getting a body piercing at 3am in Mykonos; walking through
the concentration camp in Auschwitz; or finally making it to the town where my dad was born, in the middle of Siberia. Then I realize that I am still at work in remote Western Australia, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I feel myself wondering what am I doing here, this is not where I want to be and this is not where I am meant to be. I am meant to be somewhere else, I don’t know where just somewhere
else. On the road, living out of a backpack trying to figure out where my next stop is? Chatting to other backpackers at the Hostel and finding out those places that they just happened to stumbled upon. Those little hidden gems that a fellow traveler passed onto them before they ventured into that mysterious country. Those that you only really understand when you see it with your very own eyes, hear it with your very own ears and smell it with your very own nose. They will explain to you that you must go to that restaurant run by this larger than life guy with one of the best moustaches that you have ever seen. You will make friends in an instant that will last a life time. You will
leave them as fast as you met them and just hope that one day that your paths will cross again so you can chat about all the amazing places you have seen and all those amazing cultures you have experienced. That is where I rather be, where ever that is? I should not be here, I should be there.
To all the amazing people that I met and to all the amazing people that I will meet, thank you for being a part of my journey, you have all taught me something and you are all treasured.
One Life, One Search,