As I wrote it on 23 June 2014.
It felt like the longest 7 months of working, planning and working some more, non-stop.
There were days I cried, I fell ill or just felt like I pushed myself too far. There were days when I got cranky as hell or seriously depressed just for being tired and hungry. I was overworked and was skipping meals to either work some more (job) or work on the plans
But as the saying goes, never give up. So, I didn't.
I pushed myself until I feel like I reached my breaking point. I rest to recover from the tension and then I resume working on it again.
We used to flip through the pages of glossy magazines or colourful webpages, drool and gawk at gorgeous places we only dreamed of seeing. We used to daydream over the idea of food we might never get to taste. Wondered how each destination feels.