Put another shrimp on the barbie!
I have already discovered the fear of missing out is ever present . This blog has been building up to the ultimate FOMO. That's right I've decided to go travelling. I just feel like there aren't enough ex students taking a gap year and trying to discover who they truly are... "I just want to explore my mind and feel at one with nature" or do I just want a decent tan and some time away from the London commute?
From research I have discovered that in order to find yourself you have to follow these five steps:
1. You have to buy an extremely large , not to mention aesthetically non pleasing backpack and insist on carrying it around everywhere with you despite there quite clearly being roads built which would be appropriate for a suitcase.
2. You have to get another piercing or a tattoo, it seems you cannot travel if you insist on keeping your Taylor Swift attire...Remember you just won't truly know who you are until you get an elephant tattooed to your ankle.
3. You must become an Instagram & Facebook- aholic , you are making so many new friends who cares about annoying all your old ones with your exotic photos. You can visit social media anonymous once your home, there will be a spot saved for you!
4. You must stay in a dorm with 12 other people who you don't and have absolutely no privacy "I thought it would be cool I used your toothbrush as I've known you a whole 24 hours. This is all taking place while you revert back to being 7 years old and staying on the top bunk of a bed, not to mention every morning you risk nearly falling out of your bed onto your new found Bessie. Friends, travelling friends.
5. Finally you must do a sky dive and risk falling to your death... Because it's so wild yar!
I'll keep you posted while I am having this amazing experience, meeting amazing people and ultimately becoming a much more amazing person than you now that I can braid my hair and wear patterned trousers.
From research I have discovered that in order to find yourself you have to follow these five steps:
1. You have to buy an extremely large , not to mention aesthetically non pleasing backpack and insist on carrying it around everywhere with you despite there quite clearly being roads built which would be appropriate for a suitcase.
2. You have to get another piercing or a tattoo, it seems you cannot travel if you insist on keeping your Taylor Swift attire...Remember you just won't truly know who you are until you get an elephant tattooed to your ankle.
3. You must become an Instagram & Facebook- aholic , you are making so many new friends who cares about annoying all your old ones with your exotic photos. You can visit social media anonymous once your home, there will be a spot saved for you!
4. You must stay in a dorm with 12 other people who you don't and have absolutely no privacy "I thought it would be cool I used your toothbrush as I've known you a whole 24 hours. This is all taking place while you revert back to being 7 years old and staying on the top bunk of a bed, not to mention every morning you risk nearly falling out of your bed onto your new found Bessie. Friends, travelling friends.
5. Finally you must do a sky dive and risk falling to your death... Because it's so wild yar!
I'll keep you posted while I am having this amazing experience, meeting amazing people and ultimately becoming a much more amazing person than you now that I can braid my hair and wear patterned trousers.