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Before I left Melbourne last August, my eldest sister asked me a question that left me both stumped and surprised: where do I picture myself living in the future? Unlike other 32 year olds who can easily prattle off with a concrete answer, I found myself saying with as much confidence that I can muster that I still can’t look that far ahead. All that I’m seeing, and all that I want to do is to travel, and to continue traveling. It has come to a point that I am moving beyond doing it as a hobby, and wanting to make it my life.
I wouldn’t mind living in this apartment in Mykonos
I have no set destination, I have no idea where I want to end up eventually, but I do know that I will find out by trial and error: going to a new city, getting an apartment there, living there for weeks, months or years. All I know for certain is that travel is what I really want to do.