If I were writing a book, it would start a little something like this.
Chapter one, in which the author finds herself somewhat disillusioned with the idea of working the 9-5 routine and unmotivated by the desire to establish her identity through the climbing of corporate ladders and the consumption of material goods. At the age of 26, working at a random web design firm accomplishing random administrative tasks, she forsakes the ordinary and buys a plane ticket. In pursuit of adventure, a more laid back pace of life, and fabulous beaches – she packs her bags and heads to OZ.
