Hello! Welcome to my backpacking blog!
Blogging about my travels is soemthing i have thought about doing for a while, and now I don’t know where to begin! So I’ll start at the beginning.
Just after Christmas last year, I suddenly decided I wanted to travel. Having “lost” my teenage years to mental illness, I felt like I really wanted to properly experience life again. I wanted to see the world, and experience its wonders. So, I found a job in Victoria, Australia and six months later found myself outside of security in Dublin Airport, saying goodbye to my family.
I was extremely excited in the lead-up to my flight, but at the moment where I was on the brink of leaving, panic gripped me. I couldn’t do this! I could barely even walk around a crowded shopping centre! Why had I decided to do this? Why had I decided to do it alone?!
I had a massive lump in my throat that constricted my voice as I tried to say goodbye. My parents were in tears, but I didn’t want to leave it on a sad note; trying to clear my throat, I joked to them; “Don’t let my dogs get obese!”
As I went through security, I had that feeling of blind anxiety upon me. You know the one? My head felt like someone had shoved ice into it, replacing my brain. My mouth was bone dry, my legs were weak and shaky, each breath felt like it was dragged through a throat of cement to lungs that had been turned to iron.
However, if there is one thing I have learned in these past few years, it’s that the first step is the hardest. Terrified, I pushed on, taking it step by step and breath by breath.
I won’t lie; I allowed myself a small silent cry on the plane as the green fields and stone walls of the country I love and call home rushed by underneath us. But, I was a little bit proud of myself for even having gotten this far. I felt better as we landed in Hong Kong for our layover, and by the time we finallh landed in Melbourne, I was excited again.
At the height of my panic in the airport, that voice in my head screamed at me; “what are you doing?! Turn back, run back! Don’t do this, you can’t do this!” I cannot describe to you how glad I am that I did not listen to it. I have seen things, learned things, met people and done things I never ever would have if I stayed in my comfort zone, as my mind had forced me to for six long years. And as Yogi Breisner (coach extraordinaire!) once said, “the best part about stepping out of your comfort zone is when you finally get to step back into it!”
Blogging about my travels is soemthing i have thought about doing for a while, and now I don’t know where to begin! So I’ll start at the beginning.
Just after Christmas last year, I suddenly decided I wanted to travel. Having “lost” my teenage years to mental illness, I felt like I really wanted to properly experience life again. I wanted to see the world, and experience its wonders. So, I found a job in Victoria, Australia and six months later found myself outside of security in Dublin Airport, saying goodbye to my family.
I was extremely excited in the lead-up to my flight, but at the moment where I was on the brink of leaving, panic gripped me. I couldn’t do this! I could barely even walk around a crowded shopping centre! Why had I decided to do this? Why had I decided to do it alone?!
I had a massive lump in my throat that constricted my voice as I tried to say goodbye. My parents were in tears, but I didn’t want to leave it on a sad note; trying to clear my throat, I joked to them; “Don’t let my dogs get obese!”
As I went through security, I had that feeling of blind anxiety upon me. You know the one? My head felt like someone had shoved ice into it, replacing my brain. My mouth was bone dry, my legs were weak and shaky, each breath felt like it was dragged through a throat of cement to lungs that had been turned to iron.
However, if there is one thing I have learned in these past few years, it’s that the first step is the hardest. Terrified, I pushed on, taking it step by step and breath by breath.
I won’t lie; I allowed myself a small silent cry on the plane as the green fields and stone walls of the country I love and call home rushed by underneath us. But, I was a little bit proud of myself for even having gotten this far. I felt better as we landed in Hong Kong for our layover, and by the time we finallh landed in Melbourne, I was excited again.
At the height of my panic in the airport, that voice in my head screamed at me; “what are you doing?! Turn back, run back! Don’t do this, you can’t do this!” I cannot describe to you how glad I am that I did not listen to it. I have seen things, learned things, met people and done things I never ever would have if I stayed in my comfort zone, as my mind had forced me to for six long years. And as Yogi Breisner (coach extraordinaire!) once said, “the best part about stepping out of your comfort zone is when you finally get to step back into it!”
