It’s been a month since I had my last day at work and moved out of my little studio apartment in Grünerløkka, Oslo.
I have been at my parents house since, working, saving up money and relaxing. Thinking. Mentally preparing. At 5am tomorrow I’m on the bus taking me to the airport where my flight will take me to my first stop, Bali, Indonesia.
Goodbyes have been said to friends and family, since I have no idea how long this trip will last, or where it will take me in the end. Just writing that feels insane, I have no idea how this will turn out. But I need to do this, and the time is now.
I’m scared. But in a good way. And I’m ready.
Here we go!
..Leaving on a jet plane, I don’t know when I’ll be back again..