Freedom of Travel
I've been hit with the travel bug.
It's the constant need to go new places, find and experience new things, exciting things that I've never had the opportunity to do before. It's the scratching of the palms because a minuscule piece of freedom is so close, yet so far, and it's the flickering of eyes because it's almost impossible to keep up with the hundreds of ideas flying through my mind every day.
Up until now, there were limits to any possibility of adventure. I was restricted by transport, knowledge and general awareness of my surroundings. However, exactly 24 hours ago I turned 17, and, if all goes well I will have my provisional license by mid-day tomorrow.
I guess you could call this a celebratory post, looking back on the last year's adventures and looking forward to new ones where I can follow the travel bug wherever it takes me.
The photos that paved my path to where I am today: