Lets start at the beginning.

Alright lets speak freely. I'm closing in on 24 years of age. It stopped being funny a while back but it turns out I can't stop it. Life is short and I'm trying to fit in a couple lifetimes worth into mine. Currently looking to get signed back on to French and Spanish courses which start at the end of the month while looking for a job to pay for Salsa and Guitar lessons as well as the hundreds of pounds worth of debts I now owe family.

Long term the goal is to use said job to earn a ton of money to travel this world and see what there is to see. This means, painfully, probably living at home for most of my 20s. However, God willing, I shall be able to master french and spanish and use them to get a job in Europe, America, Australia, all of them I hope. THIS, is the plan.

"That seems a triffle impossible." you might say. "You should settle for something less."
"Good thing I don't accept failure." I would respond. "This is the only course for me to take in order for me to feel like I'm doing something with my life."

"If you say so kiddo" you may retort. "Just don't come crying to us when it all goes tits up and you're stuck at home til your 40's."
"Yeah well that won't happen." I'd respond, "I'm going to save up dilligently and forfil my dreams."

"Diligently has only one L dipshit" you could snap. "Better learn how to spell if you want to get rich and famous."
"Jesus, whats with the fucking attitude?" I'd enquire. "I'm only trying to tell you I want to get out there and make something of myself and gain new friends and lifestyles in different countries."
"Whatever man." you 'd finish. "I look forward to reading about how hard this little quest of yours is."

Well... You got a bit pissy towards the end of our chat there I'm afraid to say.

But! I look forward to sharing the struggle with those of you who fancy tagging along.

Catch ya soon!