At the age of 23, I packed my bags and headed to the UK on a working holiday. I had a few contacts, but essentially I was alone. I was young, I was naive, I was scared but I was also brave and I had a job (always helpful)!
My decision opened my eyes to the world of travel. I grew professionally, I grew as a person and I met many characters from all walks to life. Without this time, I would not be the person I am today, nor would I be married!
I often wonder how I had the courage. The older I grow, the less risk I am inclined to take! Is that normal?