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I have a severe case of itchy feet. After doing the typical Australian thing and partaking in a Canadian winter (I had a fucking awesome time by the way) I decided it was time to grow up and act my age and become the responsible adult my mother always hoped for. So I moved to a lovely, but expensive, apartment in the Gold Coast. Got a job, well two actually and proceeded to live it up. I slowly realised that I wasn't happy. Mainly due to work but also felt there was something missing. Just the other day, after speaking with a colleague that is heading off on an epic adventure around Europe and imparting some very useful advice to her I realised that I was travel-sick. I had developed a severe case of the travel bug and as a respected health professional I have, after extensive research, prescribed a trip away...anywhere! so that's the next step.....
