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Where Am I Going?!


So, with all this change, and knowing my travel plans have completely swung around in the opposite direction… Where the hell am I going I hear you ask?!

Well, I let me start from the beginning when I first graced the land that I’m heading for next year…

Rewinding back to 2009 when I headed off for my first ever travels to Australia, I made the decision to stop over a little longer on my way there to prevent the dreaded jet lag. Best decision I ever made, because in those 4 days I stopped in Kuala Lumpur, I fell in love with South East Asia.


Ok, I only visited one city in one country out of many in SE Asia, but it still managed to tickle my taste buds in a very intriguing way (no, not in a dirty way!), in a way that urged me to return and explore it all. Everything.

I dreamt of returning and making my way through all the diverse cultures, cities and foods. And so – Ta Da! – Here I am… finally able to live out my dream, when I was so close to living out someone elses, I can finally do what I’ve wanted to do since that fateful day back in October over two years ago :).


My plans are still being set… I’m currently flicking my through many guide books and Googling my little ass off discovering what I can get up to out there. I’ll be checking out fellow bloggers and their time in SE Asia too (if you know of any great advice out there, feel free to send links my way!).

Once SE Asia is out of my system, New Zealand will be on my list next to live/work/travel. Maybe I’ll hit up Bali if the mood takes me – who knows?! I love that the world is now my oyster… a vegetarian oyster mind you!

But I do know one thing for certain – somewhere amongst the mass of Asian delights and New Zealand heights I am most definitely revisiting where my heart was stolen in Oz – Byron Bay. From the second I arrived in this beautiful town, I loved everything about it and I couldn’t be more excited about going back there.

So stay tuned and I’ll let you walk through my journey with me. The highs, the lows, the fear, the excitement. It’s all gonna be there 🙂.


Changes :)


I’ve always known life is full of surprises. Just when you think you have most of it figured out, something is dropped in the ocean and creates a whole new wave of direction.

This past few weeks has proved massively changing in the life of Kerri (thats me!). My plans that I had been set on for so long were suddenly thrown off course when my relationship ended with the curly boy. And although part of me wishes it didn’t have to end so suddenly, the other half of me is realising this is perhaps what I needed – change.

A long distance relationship was something I always knew would be hard. But I tell you this now… imagine how hard it would be and times that by 100! It has to be the most difficult thing I have ever done – send me to the other side of the world anytime (!) – and I’m certainly in no rush to do long distance again! Asides from the obvious missing one another, it made me realise something, something I didn’t like. I was changing – but not in a good way.

Not a day went by without me worrying over something. No matter how small it may have been, I would worry about it. And worse still, I could feel my insecurities growing about myself. I didn’t feel as confident about myself anymore, and the stress was killing me. I tried so hard to be positive; telling myself we’ve got this far we can keep going, thinking of our travels together, knowing it would’nt always be this difficult… but nothing would work.

So when ‘we’ were over, and I know this makes me seem insensitive, but I felt something was lifted off my shoulders. Now I could think about me, and only me. When I’m in a relationship, I always think of the other person, or us. But for once I could now be selfish. And I’ve felt more than ever that now I’m looking on things in a much more positive way. And I couldn’t love that more.

Even though my travel plans have made a complete U-turn, and I’m scared of travelling alone with my lack of confidence, I’m still pushing myself to be positive. I want to do this for me. I want to get out there and push myself to speak to fellow travellers and explore the world to the max. I need to do this. If anything, I think this is why this happened… Someone out there is telling me I need that kick up the backside to be a more positive confident girl!

Sometimes change can be a petrifying thing. Hell, I am petrified! I can’t wait to travel, and I’m so excited for everything I’m going to see/hear/taste, but there is a huge element of fear deep inside shouting at me “What the hell are you doing woman?!”

I just know that this change is all for the best. For me, and for him.

And so… my new travel plans will commence, and the change in me is already building. In a cheesy sort of way (a nice cheese… none of that parmesan crap!) , I can see myself being someone I can live with! After all, if I don’t like who I am, how do I expect someone else to like me?! So stay tuned… my blog will come back to life again… with my travel plans being explored, tickets being booked, blog concepts coming to life and this little lady finding herself once again :).

Has anyone else had a sudden change in their life and found the positive side to it? I’d love to hear some stories :).

“Be audacious enough to believe in the wisdom of a divine plan”

Two Years Ago…


I can’t quite believe it.

Two years ago to this very day I was climbing upon a plane at around 5pm tonight ready to start my year in Australia.

I had been counting down to this very point for exactly 247 days since I booked the ticket with Air Asia. I couldn’t be more excited! I was nervous, apprehensive, petrified all at once. The counting down seemed to last a lifetime, yet here I was taking those last few steps on the plane that would take me away from home for 366 days.

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Born To Be Me


Last night I ventured out with a bunch of friends with the excitement in me knowing it would be a great one. But I think the over excitement and expectations of the night worked against me and resulted in me feeling my ultimate worse.

To begin with I was having a great time, despite being in clubs I would never venture to – but I’m always up for trying things so why the hell not?! Drinks were coming in, laughs were heard and dance moves were shaken. But somehow, in the mass of faces I felt out of place and very alone.

I wasn’t used to the atmosphere, and apart from my workmates, I was surrounded by pretentious people with enough ego to bring the ceiling down. And with that, my confidence shrunk even more than it was before I stepped foot in the club.

Not that I was comparing myself to others, but I really felt I didn’t fit in. And I hate to admit that. I’m not someone who changes for anyone. I want to be myself, and not be someone who isn’t the real me. But somehow, I found myself looking at others and telling myself I wore the wrong outfit, or did my hair wrong, or should pose different in photos.

Odd One Out

It wasn’t something I normally do, but I somehow felt compelled to do it and it made me feel awful.

When I was travelling – yes I looked at others and wished I could be a little more like them – but it made me realise more that it’s great to be different. I was a free bird and some of these people would be long gone by the time I would let it really get to me. I felt like a free spirit and that was more important than anything to me.

For some reason, last night I felt trapped. As everyone was dancing together and chatting amongst themselves I felt like the odd one out. More than ever. I didn’t like myself because of other people. I don’t even know why I was like this, but by the end of the evening I found myself in tears.

Perhaps a little intoxicated I’ll admit, but the tears confirmed that this wasn’t me and in some way I was upset with myself for trying to be this other person.

All of what happened in those few hours confirmed to me who my friends are  and how much I appreciate them and love them. Not just for being my true friends, but for loving me for who I am and not making me feel like changing into something else. They love me for me.

And also my boyfriend for liking me as I am. As much as I criticise myself and lack in self confidence, he still tells me he wants me. He still pushes through the tough times of a long distance relationship and wants to travel with me for as long as possible. I can be me, and not feel the urge to change it to please others.

The revelations of last night have also pushed me even more for travelling. I can be myself even more when I’m out in the big bad world because out there everyone can be different and be accepted for who they really are. I’m not squashed into a tiny space and made to feel like I need to slot in with all the other identical manikins. Travel is what makes me – ME!!

That’s how it should always be, and even if I am the laughing stock of the gossip, I couldn’t care less. I’ll be myself thanks, cause otherwise – what would be the point in us all being here?

The Essence Of Time


I’ve come to realise more than ever in these past few months that time is either at a standstill when I want it to be speeding up, or its flying by when I want to savour those precious hours.


I’ve found myself saying those dreaded words that the older I’m getting the faster these years are going past me. Even though I’ve been travelling and still intend to – it still feels like I’m standing still and the train of Time is speeding past without picking me up.

But I’ve especially noticed in the past few months or so how important time really is.

In matters of wishing my time away – since I stepped back onto UK soil after my year away in Australia – I’ve been looking ahead for my next journey. Wondering where and more importantly when it’ll begin, praying for the days to flow by so I can get on a plane again and explore just that little bit more.

When I arrived home back in October of 2010, the dread that filled me knowing I’d have to stay in the country for a year at least killed me! But when I looked back over my shoulder at my year in Australia, it made me realise… those 365 days will be gone in no time.

Even though I think about Australia every day, I still have to remind myself that I was actually there. Not because it felt like a dream come true – mostly for the fact it almost lasted the length of a dream I have while I’m asleep! One minute I’m trekking through the Outback, riding on camels, tasting wine in the Borossa Valley, the next minute I’m leaving Byron Bay for the final month of my trip squeezing in as much as possible before my visa (and money) run out!


Before I knew it – I had left the country I had fallen in love with after 12 months, and my boyfriend who I had spent 10 months of my trip with was now on the other side of the UK! So not only was I wishing the days away to go travelling again, I also had the added wait to see my boyfriend again… whenever that may be.

And this is when I realised how much I wanted time to slow down – the very little time me and the curly boy have together just isn’t enough! I find myself counting down the weeks till we’re together just so I can get in his arms – only for those few days to disappear in the blink of an eye. Suddenly I’m home again and wondering if I did get that hug!

I can’t make up my mind!

You may (or possibley not) of noticed that I havent blogged for the whole of August this year. Mainly due to the fact that I felt like having a break from writing, just chill and not think of something remotely interesting to blog about! I’m more of a quality over quantity girl 😉

And guess what? August FLEW past!

In two days it’ll be September, and so the descent into winter begins and the year will slowly come to its last days… or maybe it’ll go fast? Who knows! Time will come and go as it pleases after all.


In the next few months I’ll be purchasing my RTW ticket with the curly boy, and my countdown will officially begin for jumping on that plane. The countdown to Christmas will also be just round the corner and at some point before then we’ll all be dressing up on that eventful night and no doubt getting drunk with some spooky concoction of alcohol!

But in the meantime I may as well savour these moments; the countdowns, the saving, the Skype nights with the boy, the feeling that I’ll never get on the road again… cause at the end of those long long days I’ll soon be calling myself an OAP and the confusion of where that Time disappeared off to will hit me even more.