Where am I going? I thought when sitting on a city bus, staring through the window at frozen streets of Krakow. I was coming back home from work. But my thoughts were sailing away to a completely different destination. Where it was warmer, where people spoke another language, which was far away from Europe.
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It was winter 2013, days were dark and short. My body craved for sun. My soul longed for a change. I had a job, I had friends and family around, I was the architect of my life. But was I? I felt that the reality around me was making choices for me, I was not the captain of this ship, which was my life. I always had plans to change something but always postponed the decision.
Maybe...maybe I should sky-dive? This had always been my project but somehow I never took this idea seriously. I got off the bus and along with routine after-work activities forgot about everything. Until a few hours later when I was holding my voucher for the jump. My hand wash shaking not for the last time that year, I had many decisions to make ahead of me, far more serious than falling down from the sky.
A few months later I was boarding the plane to Beijing. This was the beginning of my 4,5-month backpacking trip. Two months earlier I had quit my job, had moved out from the city I had been living in on and off for 10 years, I said goodbye to my close ones and started realizing my age-old dream – going to Australia with some other destinations on the way. I did not have a plan for afterwards, I only knew I want the change to continue. And then, on my way, I found out about Dream Year 2.0 in AidCom and asked myself: How come those people have MY dream job? And here I am now writing about my road to the Dream Year.
What can I do? I am a Dreamer ... An insanely lucky one.
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