Recently, I've been going through a, well, to put it lightly, an 'identity crisis'. I don't know who I am, I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life. And, I don't know if I've made any sort of dent into anyone else's life this past 20 years.

This is pretty deep stuff, come to think of it.

I have had this mindset, these past three years, that my future involves me going into Architecture with full force. With me being successful in the field. With me, designing a newly-wed's first house, where they're able to raise a family in.

But sadly, things, most of the time, never go as planned.

I am a sad case of a 3rd year architecture student. Yes, I said it. It took me a while to say it, even though the thought has been lingering in my mind since my first year. I don't want to say it, but I can't help but think that if I keep up being in denial, I will end living a severely miserable life.

I am miserably pragmatic, I've always thought. My head gets in the way of my heart. I'm too busy thinking of what will come of it, before I actually do it. This is sometimes an advantage. Being overly future-oriented. Career minded. But, obviously, sometimes I do get my ass bitten. Well-seen in social skills. Ensuring a spot in the "will-she-ever-get-a-boyfriend?" category.

Many have told me that I should consider pursuing a career related to travelling. Something that has to do with me flying around the world and telling the world about it. Like an Asian Ian Wright or BackpackingMatt. I did consider this. My slight attempt for now is by starting up a travel blog, which I doubt gets much attention due to the fact that I'm... on a travelling hiatus (architorture). But, it's a start. I do want to spend my life travelling. Spend my life feeling unnerved. Always having my feet itch.

So, for now, I've decided to graduate, get my qualifications, get a job, take a year off, travel, travel, travel, further my studies, travel, travel, and well, travel.

Til then?

-R