I was sitting at a desk and I didn’t know why. Well I knew why, it was my job, but I didn‘t know what‘s the point of it anymore. I was that kind of a person who was always “when I grow up I‘m going to travel the world”. I knew a lot of people say that and I was one of them. And like a lot of people I never did anything about it. I just went to school and then got a job and a boyfriend and an apartment and just continued my existence.
But for the past months I had just gotten so tired of it all. Don’t get me wrong. My life was actually pretty great. My job wasn’t horrible; I had lots of friends, a great boyfriend and a lovely apartment. But I just didn’t see the purpose of it all anymore. What was the point of staying in the same place your entire life when the whole world is out there, just waiting for you? I just wanted to see it all and do it all. I didn’t want to go to some tourist places and stay at a fancy hotel. I wanted to meet the people and make friends. Do something that matters so someone, do something that matters to me.
As I was sitting at my desk dreaming about far off places a question occurred to me: Why was I still there if I didn’t want to be? And I didn’t have an answer.
In that moment I decided that I didn’t have to stay in the same place forever. It was my life and I could do what I want with it. I was sick of feeling trapped and pointless. I wanted to see the world and I wanted the world to see me.
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Three friends travelling the world
Teen FictionSvala is a 21 year old girl from Iceland who decides to go and see the world. She meets 2 boys a long the way and they all become friends.They decide to make lists of all the things they want to do around the world. There is only one rule: It has to...
