It has been 1 year and 5 days since I left little Edinburgh to embark on my exploration of the big wide world.
I spent Christmas on the beach for the first time. I was at the centre of an international media storm and a murder investigation. I lived and worked in a city outside Edinburgh for the first time in my life. I joined Couch Surfing (new window) and welcomed over 25 strangers into my home. I made new friends, I lost old ones.
It’s funny to look back now, a year later, and think that it has only been 12 short months since I left. Somehow Edinburgh it feels like a lifetime away, it’s not home any more. Bangkok doesn’t feel like home either, so I suppose that makes me homeless!
My brother recently posted about his 421 days (new window) travelling. He listed a whole bunch of stuff he’d done, things he’d seen, amazing and terrible experiences. I thought I’d have a similar sense of reflection at the 1 year mark, but I actually forgot last Friday was one year after I left. I knew the date but somehow it slipped by me.
I suppose, above all, life feels normal. Fairly boring, and normal. Time for a change me thinks…









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