Since coming back to the UK, I feel like caged animal. I’m not meant to be stuck here in nowhere-ville. That hardest part is letting go of my past, the material things I have gathered. I want to just chuck it all and f**k off around the world, never to settle down. I see some people with their lives and I pity them, then I look at myself and pity myself. 

There is an explorer in me, but he’s a scared little kid who doesn’t like to get out of the comfort zone. The adult me, the more dominate me is struggling and wants to ditch the scared little kid. I will not be left here to rot (rather dramatic choice of word there), but it emphasizes how desperate I am to leave the comforts of this fortress I have built around me. I could ditch this life, but I don’t know how. 
Money is an issue. I’m not sure how long I could survive without money. I’ve always had it around me. I wouldn’t know how to survive without it. That makes me weak. 
I have an idea of selling up in UK, move to Hong Kong where my brother can look after my assets then piss off around the world returning occasionally to replenish. Yeah, I love it when a plans comes together.