Since, I was little, I have been dreaming of travelling. In kindergarten and primary school, I remember doing projects on faraway places such as Borneo (just a few hundred miles southeast of where I am writing this now!) and India (same, just to the west of where I am now!) and was endlessly fascinated. Actually, the first 'grown-up' book I was given when I was five and about to start school was an illustrated world atlas. I have been soaking up everything I could learn about foreign culture and languages as long as I can remember, although it surely (except for mother's obsession with Britain) doesn't run in my family.

My mother being a single mom with three kids, no driver's license and trying to make ends meet, we didn't travel much – there were maybe half a dozen trips to the Netherlands and Belgium (both less than 100 miles away from where I grew up) until I was fourteen. We stayed in holiday resorts and I hated every minute of it.

Then, as I came out, my circle of friends changed drastically, and most of them were older then me, and pretty wild and crazy. After a few spontaneous hitchhiking trips to France, a summer spent a friend of my mother in Essex, with a friend's grandmother in Northern England and finally, a school trip in London, I was hooked. The think that I was hooked to most was London, though, and from when I moved out when I was 18 until I actually moved to London when I was 22, this was the only place I visited. All other places ceased to exist.

Until I realised, a year after I moved to London, I now have money to travel – and so I did, barely spending any time in the city I had been working towards moving to in the past years. In 2010, I left Europe for the first time and went to Japan and Morocco, two places I had dreamed of for a long time. It felt like it was what I was meant to do.

So for 2011, my decision was to travel even more. Little did I know at the beginning of this year that after endless boredom with my job and a hopeless quest to find something more exciting in the current economy, I would turn to freelancing and that this would give me the opportunity to travel full-time.

I've been a digital nomad for four months now, and to be honest, at the moment, I have no clue what my travel plans are for 2012. I have a return flight booked to London at the end of January, and will be in South East-Asia until then. In 2012, I would love to see India and South America, two parts of the world am madly in love with but have always been scared to go. I would also love to take my time in North Africa.

I think if I can handle Cambodia, I can do this, too. But maybe I will feel like settling down? At the moment, any place feels like home.

This is my (belated, thank you, crappy Malaysian internet connection) contribution to BootnAll's 30 Days of Indie Travel project, Day 1, about Travel Goals.  

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