Prior to 2011 my travels had only extended as far as skiing in Austria and Bulgaria, and countless visits home to Ireland. Five years, seventeen countries, thirty-seven cities, and one language later: I’m about to head off on my biggest trip to date, but my feet are feeling rather chilly…
Having spent years prior stressed with studies and extra curricular activities for my CV, after I graduated and moved to Madrid in 2014 I decided 2015 would be all about me. Here’s a little something about what I got up to, and my plans for the year ahead.
“Here I will stay”
The short answer? Yes. I know it’s cliché, but how could it not? When you spend a month alone in a developing country, you learn a lot about yourself and your abilities. Apparently when I returned from Peru I was noticeably calmer and happier. Not that I was seriously anxious or sad before, but I hadn’t been feeling myself for quite sometime for a number of reasons. I just needed to do something for me, and in doing so I realised that, as much as I like to tell myself I am independent and I thrive on my own, the times when I was really alone were ironically the moments where I felt most unhappy. Not that I would say I’m evidently not independent, just that my understanding of what that means to me has developed. I like to organise things for myself, fund my own adventures, and go places I want go, but that doesn’t necessarily mean spending time totally by myself. I also like meeting new people and talk for hours about both nonsense and academic babble. Essentially I just like to be in control of myself, whether that means deciding where I’m going in the morning or whether I want to spend time with someone or not.