One week ago I made the decision that I will turn my dream of being a full-time traveler into a plan, so it can ultimately become reality.

I’ve been thinking along those lines for several years now but I wasn’t ready to make this decision until now. Not sure why, to be honest. If I had to guess, I would blame it on being too comfortable, and maybe scared. But these reasons are no longer good enough, not when it’s long been routine to feel stuck every minute of every day.

The next step is to actually follow through with this life-changing, monumental decision I made on an otherwise tragically insignificant Saturday afternoon.
Sadly, most my Saturdays are rather insignificant. But that is the point, isn’t it? For life to not feel pointless and boring.

I’ve never faced such a significant change to my life that required serious long-term planning – selling everything I own, giving up my apartment, most likely stepping into a life without reliable income and job security. I uprooted my life before but this time the change will be much bigger. And I’m unbelievably scared excited about it.

This is no longer just a vague idea or naive wish. It’s a goal: In 12 months I want to be on the road.

PS: I’m doing this.