Welcome to Wanderlust

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I am free. I looked up to the flight board… Cairo… Oslo…Bogota…Sydney…and realised that the world was well and truly my oyster. I AM FREE.

My entire life I had been held hostage by looming parents and a choir of teachers singing my potential. While having a macabre glee in shepherding me between different torture chambers, or schools as they called them. In their eyes, I was the next Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg or maybe even humanities next great hope. In mine… when I looked in the mirror: I was just a pimple-faced kid, who got too many erections at awkward times and didn’t even know how to talk to girls. Safe to say I felt the bone-crushing weight of expectation growing up. An acceptance to Yale University proved to be my salvation – it offered me a small paradise island against a dark and stormy sea.

So, here I was… eighteen and being beckoned by endless adventures, parties, love affairs and chances of reinvention; all of them just a plane ride away.

No doubt my parents were at home expecting me to be on a flight to Connecticut right now. Then, when I land, they’d be expecting me to crack open the books, only to spend the next four years breaking my back and acing every exam. But, you know what? I’m tired of the being told what to do. I’m tired of being a slave to my parent’s rule book. And most of all? I’m tired of all the damn expectations!

No more. The world is now mine. It’s time to surrender to the wanderlust.

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