Hello! I’m Camille, a twenty-something publishing and literature graduate from France.
I grew up a few kilometres West of Paris but moved to the UK for my studies at 18, and subsequently lived in London and among the dreamy spires of Oxford.
It was a long love/hate relationship with my adoptive country but after an unexpected 9 years in England, I felt ready to turn the page and opened a new chapter by taking to the road in February 2013.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been independent and loved going abroad – or even just ‘away’. From the age of five, my ‘cruel’ parents sent me to summer camp for several weeks every year, and while the other children would cry out for their families, I loved it and don’t recall ever getting homesick! I was too busy trying out new activities – ranging from sailing and ice-skating to, erm, circus training – and making new friends, and would invariably wish for the holiday never to end. In fact, I would usually give my parents the cold shoulder when they came to pick me up.
After living as an expat in the UK for so long, I began to feel a little homeless – definitely not British but not quite French anymore, continuing to speak English with an unmistakable Gallic accent, yet struggling to string two sentences together in my native language without inserting many ‘random’s’ and ‘definitely’s’…
So, I decided to finally give in to my nagging wanderlust and make my home the whole wide world and an 80L backpack for a while!
To find out more about my reasons for taking this trip, read my travel manifesto.
UPDATE: nearly two years on, ‘a while’ has turned into ‘indefinitely’!
UPDATE 2: I have now downsized to a 50L backpack, yay!