The past few weeks I have been sorting out my photos from my epic trip last year hence the radio/blog silence. I had actually forgotten how long it takes to go through and edit all the pictures! It also made me really sad looking back on the wonderful memories and friends I have made, wishing I was back there experiencing those things for the first time, but even though it made me long for those times in truth it was also a good thing. I have been feeling stuck in a sort of limbo of late and it triggered something in me and made me realise that I need to start creating some more memories.
I have been trying to be positive over the last couple of weeks but have found it hard to keep my spirits up as the urge to travel again has been there and envelops me like a blanket. It is strange, as up until last year I had never really travelled by myself and although there was always a itch at the back of mind, as soon I scratched it it would go away, but now it is totally different no amount of scratching will make this go away. I long for an adventure, in the pit of my stomach there is a dull ache of want and need, a need for that little thing called travel.