Hi, my name is (Insert My Name) and I am a travel addict.
It all started one unsuspecting day when my favorite rock band decided to go to Australia to perform for a festival in 2010. From the moment the idea of heading over to watch them was planted like a seed in my head, until this second, I was catapulted from one part of the world to another (sort of) every few months, desperate in my mission to discover and explore and be on a constant journey towards self-actualization.
My quest is only just beginning.
I fully intend to make travel a permanent fixture in my life. Like Sirius Black’s mother’s picture frame in Grimmauld Place, I want travel to be unmoveable, magically stuck and perpetually a part of my life.
This requires money I unfortunately do not have, but alas, I try. I use my words and attempt to make some semblance of income out of it.
Here, I pose a question to my readers who probably don’t exist: Is an addiction an addiction if it’s not at all a bad one?
Think about that while you’re in the shower and soaping your shin, why don’t you? It’ll do you some good.
Meanwhile, enjoy my site. Just fragments of self-indulgence thinly veiled to be a travel blog of sorts.
