Extended revelation...

So... Now after a short and confused introduction i'll tell you a bit more about that small guy, whose grandmother used to call him stargazer (or painter of the skyline, like we'd say in finnish).

After my troubled relationship came to its end some years ago, i felt free. Free to do all those things i always wanted to, i'm still young and there's plenty to see and to do, if i just put effort to it. So i started to think "what do I really want"? So I felt like there's something missing, something like travelling, which i'd put aside for any stupid reason for few years already.

So i gave up many things, now when i think about it, i gave up almost everything i'd accomplished so far. My apartment, my job (which sucks big time, to be honest), everything except my rather voluminous record collection. Biggest thing was to break myself out of that compartment i've been tried to cram into all my life. "Just let go, you know you'll love it" i convinced myself like a sweaty, shaking groom at the altar, when i stepped into the office to buy myself around the world flights about two years ago.

I had no idea what to expect, 10 months, five continents and fourteen countries. That's a big one, i'm telling you. Though I spent months examining maps and guidebooks, i was nowhere near ready to open my soul and accept my new life, life on the road... What's it gonna be like? I had no glue, but i was more than happy to find out. Ten months disappeared in a blink, leaving me still yearning after travelling, worse than ever before.

So during those ten months i had plenty of time to listen to travelstories and draw lines on maps. It didn't take long before i realized, that this around the world type of thing isn't exactly "my thing". So it was going to be a longer trip to some specific continent and travelling overland without any major schedule. So eventually i got back to Finland, found myself a nice little flat in Helsinki and started working and thus saving pennies for new adventures.

I've exceeded myself with my savings plan in the wintertime, so when our landlord died and the heirs told us to pack our stuff and vanish as quickly as possible from their flat, i decided to get on with my rootless life. I didn't want to rent me a flat for just four months and give away my hardearned euros. So now i'm happy homeless hippie, who's countin' days 'til his departure. Which is, by the way, less than hundred days from now.

Once the travelbug bit me i started to feel slightly feverish, so i didn't know what to do, except to take a chance and follow the call of "my tribe" - the caravan tribe, but after few summers exploring Europe and a ten month around the world trip, i feel so completely obsessed with this plague, that i have to admit i've lost the battle.

I'll probably be a traveljunkie 'til the day i die.

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Part of trip: Time of My Life

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