24 years old. It's kinda strange, really.

Yesterday I hit the mark of being yet another 31,536,000 seconds older than the previous year. In that time, I still have the same job, the same car, the same cat. But I'm older. And in just under two months, I'll be embarking on what is easily the most monumental and life-changing journey of my life.

I leave for Reykjavik, Iceland on August 15th and from there I travel from one country to the next to the next. Here's a folder containing what I've routed so far. I'm a bit iffy on planning too far ahead as I don't know exactly where life will lead me and I don't want to kill that chance before it exists.

Maybe being 24 won't be so bad?