Wow, it's been a while.

For a long time, I've been thinking about travelling. I've been craving a roadtrip holiday. Of driving and exploring. But mostly, I've been craving the car trip. A never-ending car ride, travelling to unknown places but never stopping. What is happening to me?

I'm so unsettled at the moment. I feel like I can't remember who I am or what I want to be. I have so many ideas and options but I just don't know what to do. I wish I could see into the future, for someone to tell me what I should do. But I know that it's all up to me. I think that's what makes it so damn scary.

Part of me wishes I had the courage to make up my mind and to decide where I'm going. Another part of me thinks that maybe this is the very definition of courage: being brave enough to question the path that you're taking and where you're heading.