When I look back on this chapter, I can see I was on the verge of the adoption identity crisis.

In my early twenties, I had moved out of home, found a great job and friends, and gone to university. But underneath it all, I was very very lonely. And I didn’t understand why.

Things were starting to go wrong, and the feeling that I was running out of time was very strong. With deteriorating eye sight and a grandmother very ill in hospital, I decided it was time to travel by myself before it was too late.

You can find out what happened in my book.

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