The trigger for writing this though... is boredom. This brings me back to the theme of coming home. I've mentioned the things that mean home to me, but unfortunately they are no longer it. I love coming in to a home cooked meal by my mum, or having my cat come sit on my bed in the evening, but this isn't home for me anymore. This life feels like limbo, like I'm stuck in between the last adventure and the next one, which will be coming up some time early next month. Six weeks in the UK, in the middle of winter... I'm itching to get away again.
Fast forward seven months and my idea of home has changed drastically, I have just returned from completing my first season working abroad as a holiday rep. It is something I never gave much thought to in the past, and I think anybody that lives outside of that life would be the same.
I suppose the real reason why I've started writing this is because I have become so obsessed with the job, I just need to tell the world. I obsess over things easily, and I think the difference between this job being a success or failure is love and obsession for it. If you don't love it, you're not going to make it, or it will be very difficult, lets put it that way.
Taking the jump a year ago and applying for the job was the best decision I have ever made in my life, and I can't even begin to explain it all in one blog post. I always used to joke with my colleagues when we were working that we could write a book on this job, or have a reality series based around us and our lives (The Only Way is Repping..? It's a work in progress). So here is a whole blog centred around this exciting, tiring, wholesome, stressful, incredible way of life that is the life of a holiday advisor.
