If you ask any traveller, whether they indulge in their passion full-time, or just on and off throughout the year, you’ll hear the usual diatribe about how they didn’t want to get stuck in the nine-to-five grind.

I was no different. The mere concept of a forty-year career, marriage, kids, brought about that stifling black cloud of ‘oh god, forty years of that!?‘. Not that these concepts can’t be fulfilling and gratifying, just not for me.

I had considered going to University, but due to a snafu on the part of the Student Finance Company, I was unable to get a student loan, and didn’t have the finances to fund a degree for myself.

I had thought of many different career paths, and made plans on how to achieve them, but for one reason or another, life always threw a fork in the road and nudged me down the path I didn’t really want to go.

I had a few bad years involving serious illness, job loss and psychological abuse from more than one family member. Due to this and I’m sure other reasons, my weight ballooned by around 80lbs.

In late August 2018, things hit their lowest point, and I knew that I couldn’t survive if things continued the way they were.

My life was the same soul-crushing experience, day in and day out. One particularly low day in September, the thought came into my head: why don’t I just travel? I had almost nothing to lose by that point – I was already doing remote freelance work, and I was emotionally unfulfilled with life.

I felt stagnant. So it was decided.

I would sell my house, and use the profits to go travelling for as long as I could. Whilst I’m out there, I would start a blog, do travel livestreams and make travel videos in the hopes of making a semblance of income, however small.

I can’t describe how much better I felt from the moment I made that decision. It took a year of planning – a difficult, long, stressful year full of many troubles and worries – but there was always that light at the end of the tunnel, which is something I’d never had before.

No matter what, I was going travelling at the end of it all.

My trip is just beginning, but I am excited to see what is next in store for me. After all, my only limit is the horizon.