I say that you only become a true traveller once you’ve cried on the plane alone. I depart on a yearlong journey today, leaving all that I have behind but a backpack with a few shirts and shorts. I’m leaving my job, my apartment, my family and friends and even the boy I loved. I’m turning my back on what life has offered me so far and opening myself to the unknown, be it for better or for worse. What kind of crazy person am I? How selfish is travelling anyway? And so I cried on the plane alone. A lot.
