Ever since I was very young I had wanted to explore and travel the world. I remember drawing pictures of myself in different places doing different things. My dream Job was to be an explorer (even though now I highly doubt I can do that as a job)
My parents raised me to be open minded which probably fuelled my sense of adventure. Trying to gather as much information about a place or a culture so nothing is left a mystery to me. I like solving mysteries,you know when you watch a mystery programme and you try and figure out who the culprit was along with the detective?, I used to do that watching Scooby Doo.
To this day I have still wanted to explore and travel the world, to go on adventures, solve mysteries and maybe settle down somewhere better than the place I currently live in. Its the only thing that has really been consistent with me even with my depression. Its at the top of my bucket list, even though its probably the hardest goal to achieve. I mean I’ll need a tonne of money for starters.
But I live in hope that one day I will become the explorer that I’ve pretty much always wanted to be. It’s the main thing that has kept me going really.