Who am I?
Eight months ago I packed my backpack, guitar and skateboard and donated the entirety of my remaining possessions to charity. Within a week I dropped out of university, abandoned my job, signed over my lease, cancelled my phone plan, sold my car and used the money to pay off my debts and book a one-way ticket to Argentina. Then I moved to a remote island in the Great Barrier Reef and didn’t look back. Unbeknown to me at the time, but this was to be the first day of the rest of my life, the day I began to drift.
My future is unknown and once I know, once I find a reason to stay, I will no longer be a drifter, but until then, these are my tales, my tales of a drifter.