Life here is the same old doldrums of city delights...I say this in a deeply sarcastic manner of course...dunno what's wrong with me, I was all content and enjoying London life, but ever since my week off I have had a killer attack of itchy feet syndrome. Loads of people I know are embarking on exciting things – training to be yacht skippers, working in New York, working on luxury yachts in Cannes, travelling South East Asia – and I’m here doing a bog standard 9-5 job, being constantly skint, going home, and getting drunk every now and then...I want more...

I want sunsets
I want to walk along sandy beaches while the sea breeze billows through my hair, trailing it behind me and marking my existence
I want to immerse myself in new cultures
I want to saturate my senses with new sights, sounds and smells
I want to throw my head back and taste the tropical rain as the warm droplets hit my tongue
I want to scrunch my nose up and smile as I feel the heat of the sun beating down on my freckly face

Is this too much to ask for?

I think I may have to look into working holidays or something. Me going away for a few months is only feasible if I can earn enough to pay my graduate loan every month...and I don't know if this is a passing phase or if it's something I really want to do...

I've never felt like this before - I’ve always thought that I would find a good job, earn some money, and go travelling later, but thinking about it, isn't that the wrong way round? Shouldn't I be doing these things now when I’m young and mobile, and relatively responsibility free?

What's happening to me? I've always been sensible, homely, cuddly PPQ, and now I want more...I want adventure.

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I wrote that nearly four years ago.

Funny then that I’m still working for the same company and that I haven’t done any of the above.

I wonder, is this what’s called inertia?

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