This is not the start of my travel but by no means is it the end

My names Andy a not so typical teenager who embarked on a cliche 'find myself journey' abroad.

Confused, lost and hopeless. That's how it all began. So I left 300 days ago to be exact. 

 Reality is we wait for the better years to come whilst being trapped in a town we hate. Dreaming of fulfilling our wanderlust but these dreams can only come true if we have the courage to pursue them. So what are you waiting for? Life sure won't wait for you...

Are you alive or just breathing?