So as it turns out, it doesn't matter how happy and content I am, the lure of the backpacking adventure still beckons. The only downside is the actual traveling to get anywhere...shouldn't someone have invented a teleportation machine by now?
It's time to hit the road again, this time with a male backpacking virgin for company (this seems to be a recurring theme, me reassuring my travel companions that the hostel we're staying in really is pretty good, despite the electrifying shower heads, bed bugs and dodgy looking leaky communal toilets).
Will the urge to travel ever leave? I doubt it. But this time I have valium on my side.