Ever since my Motorbike got stolen I’ve been toying with the idea of Overseas travel. It’s always been inevitable but something changed in me this weekend and I’ve ‘locked it in’ - so to speak.

I’m 25, and for someone like myself (what ever that means) to have not gone overseas is a travesty. In fact I have a growing anxiety about it. Best case scenario I’ll be 26 before I leave the country.

My aim? 4 to 6 months mostly in Europe.

Countries to go to? At this stage I’m thinking England, Ireland, Scotland, France, Germany, Spain, Portugal, Czech Republic, Holland, Belgium, Turkey, Egypt and Morocco.

Why Europe? I just want to do it while I’m young. I feel I can do Asia any old time as it’s cheap to get there and cheap to stay. I can’t afford north America and I haven’t ruled out the possibility of getting some volunteer work in South America.

How will I finance it? I’m going to pay off my credit card then save enough for a round the would ticket. I’ll borrow the rest - fuck it.

Concerns? The fate of the Australian Centre for Democracy and Justice worries me but there really isn’t much I can do about that. I have no language skills (as readers of this blog you will know I don’t have the most fantastic command of the English language). Probably heaps of others, in fact just being in a non-English speaking country worries me a fair bit - in a good way though.

Still, I’ve free accommodation in Rome and Berlin (I hope). I just feel I need to see Andy C at Fabric and see the view from the Eiffel Town before I’m too old.

I was talking to a friend the other day about life and what you want to get out of it. She had a very logical and methodical way of looking at it. It made sense. I’ve got x, y and z on the horizon that I want to achieve and overseas travel is on that list. The other stuff is important but can wait until I get back.