My dream. I ended up leaving my hometown for this.
Melbourne was too expensive. I’d lost my job and the rent was killing, so I upped stakes. I moved to deepest, darkest Peru where I burned through the remainder of my savings in under a year. Even though it was as cheap as chips to live there, I eventually found myself eking out a living on the streets.
I guess I didn’t think things through enough. Now I didn’t even have the money for a one-way ticket back to Australia.
Still, I had my dream. I would write a book.