In 2001, I went backpacking around the West Coast of Australia for six months. I was 33 at the time.
This wasn’t a journey that I had to take to “find myself”. Instead, it was just about taking the time to make an experience. I’d been telling myself since I was 19 that I was going to go backpacking, but never did it.
Coming out of a relationship at the time, and with no ties to bind me, I thought, “Fuck it – I’m going to do this before I get much older.”
So I did. And it was everything I expe...
Published on March 19, 2015 10:20