Chances are, many of you are reading this and shaking your head right now.
“Silly girl, you’re so young,” you whisper to yourself, as you envisage me ripping up my passport and setting it alight.
I get it, I get it. I’ve heard it all before.
But please, do not agonise over my decision. Because I can assure you that I am very content with it.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been a very determined person. I’ve always had huge aspirations, and I’ve always worked incredibly hard to achieve them.
My current ambition is to buy a house in a year or two with my partner, and we are doing everything in our power to achieve that. We’re working hard and saving our pennies, determined to make our dream become a reality.
That includes ruling out travelling for the next few years.
But not everyone thinks this is a great idea.
There was a time when I had my heart set on travelling as far as the eye could see. I was in year 12, freshly 18, and thrilled with my new-found freedom. But then I met my partner Nathan, started studying at university, and things changed.