Ok, internet, I’m putting it all out there. I’ve started this blog and I’m going to be really real: I’m not 100% sure what to say. But here’s a start:

I’m 25 years old. I live and work in my hometown of Columbus, Indiana. I’m quitting my job and am leaving for motherfucking Australia in a month where I’ll live for 6-ish months on a working holiday visa. I’ll be taking any job I can get in the hopes of being able to make enough for food, shelter and scuba diving.

Let me be clear, this blog is not a “I hated my job/city/house/life so I gave it all up and moved to a Carribean Island” kind of thing.

Here’s why:

1. First of all, I’m going to Australia- not the Carribean.

2. I did not hate my job. Sure, health insurance wasn’t the most exciting industry to be in but I actually enjoyed it and learned a TON about the inner workings of America’s health care system (spoiler alert- it’s very broken. But that’s a topic for a different blog post). I also got to work with a lot of great people- and the saying is true: the people make the place.

3. I moved back to my hometown after college, which wasn’t exactly the exciting kick off to the post-grad life that I had envisioned. Although, as far as hometowns go, Columbus doesn’t suck. It’s a family-oriented city with about 40,000 people. It’s driving distance to 5 big(ish) cities and has some of the best architecture in the country. Not too shabby. I really grew to love and appreciate my little Midwestern town.

4.I LOVED my Tiny House. I rented a 400 square foot house that most people would call a shit hole but I affectionately called it home. I know it’ll be one of the things I miss most while I travel- my own place.

TLDR: I’ve had a great first two years of adulting. But I’m still flipping the table on my life and going to motherfucking Australia. Why- you ask?

Because. Why the hell not? To be continued…