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.