Think not to what you want to do whilst you're young, think of what you'll wish you did when you're 30

"Think not to what you want to do whilst you're young, think of what you'll wish you did when you're 30"

Well there you have it, the saying that shook my views on life to their very core. Previously i had been happily trundling through the monotony of the 9-5 (well 6 actually) life with the vague notion of eventually finding my way into the fire brigade but until then wallowing in a dead end job that i had fallen into the trap of being genuinely content in and the weekly routine of a Thursday (student night) and Saturday out on town. Now this isn't to say that this was necessarily a boring routine and nor did i find it so and perhaps had the aforementioned revelation i would still be content with it to this very day inexorably drawing towards the point at which i was either too old or too tied down to do anything i would truly remember for the rest of my life.

So hang on a second, now that I've covered the why how about the where the when and perhaps most importantly the who. Now I'll keep this short and to the point of what could be considered relevant and get back in the hopefully more interesting stuff.

Well firstly my name is James Hunt (No quips about a resemblance to any famous racing drivers please, I've heard them all), I'm 19 and live in the UK. I finished education after doing my A levels and have been working full time at my current job (retail) ever since in what was originally intended to be a short stop gap whilst i got myself into the Fire Brigade though 2 years later i must admit that i have lingered far too long, purely because i fell into the alluring trap of being genuinely happy with my current situation. Sure the pay wasn't great but at this point in my life i could justifiably afford prioritising job satisfaction over a decent pay.

So i hear you collectively ask, what have you decided to do with this revelation.

Now this was a quandary of which i thought would trouble me for some time. I mean i could literally do whatever in the world i wanted to. From back packing it around Europe to going round the world on nothing more than a motorbike with my earthly belongings in two small panniers strapped to the side (at the risk of stealing one of my closest friend intentions).

Now, despite spending the mid section of my teenage years (which are over in June worryingly enough. I feel old and I'm not even 20) glued to the computer i am very much a social being. So
that among a plethora of other smaller reasons ruled out the whole back packing thing and to an extent the biking around the world thing. Now i won't prattle on to you and bore you to death about all the other choices which sporadically sprang up and were promptly quashed but after a lot of investigating (funny how a lot of things sound perfect on the surface but once you look into it, not so much) i had whittled it down to two choices.

The first was spending the summer at an American Summer camp. This appealed to me because I'm a very physical person, i enjoy most physical activities (though unfortunately due to a upbringing mostly on computer games never truly focused on a single one) and have no fear of injury/danger. So spending the summer in actual sunshine compared to the endless repetition of overcast or rain we seem to enjoy here in the UK whilst taking part in all the outdoor activities you could think of?...granted whilst looking after a horde of 8-16year olds. I looked into this and found it all very feasible. However the selection process niggled at me, you pay an agency as such to 'advertise' you and see what camps will take you. All very dandy but effectively giving you not much control on where you end up. This didn't really sit well with me so ultimately i decided that this wasn't quite what i wanted leaving me with my final choice.

This was moving to Ibiza for the summer. Now to understand why i chose you you need to realise two things about me. Firstly to put in simply, i'm always out on the town and secondly my love of music or more specifically club music (house, trance, drum and bass etc. etc.), i'm always on the look out for new music and always listening to it at every chance. It is this second reason why i settled on Ibiza and not Magaluf or Zante. Yes, Zante, Magaluf and all the popular clubbing destinations will probably offer clubs cheaper and in all likelihood not far off the par Ibiza sets but these are places of which in my opinion people go to get drunk and party. Now I've talked with quite a few veterans on such holidays and the opinions have been synonymous. When it comes to the music, Ibiza simply cannot be beat. It's a nigh spiritual place for any lover of all things house/trance/dance etc. where you simply cannot get away from it. It is this reason that i chose Ibiza above the other contenders.

Why this didn't leap out at me from the start and have my booking my flights that instant I'm not sure but now I've made the decision it seems absurd to me i didn't. Hindsight is always 20/20 though as they say i guess.

So why have i decided to share this with you. Firstly this is not a blog that i will advertise for every random acquaintance or friend of whom i rarely speak to see. Whilst out on the white island in all likelihood my activities will consist of working (possibly nights, till late) a little sleep and lots and lots of partying so naturally time to keep in contact with everyone will be somewhat restricted compared the current standard so this primarily is a means for them to know i'm still alive and kicking and what revelations occur and secondly for any random reader who my just be interesting in one man giving up his job and to a degree social life to thrust himself into the world of the unknown.

So now you know the back story and hopefully intrigued to the point where you'll at least check back in a moment of boredom, I shall endeavor to portray both the run up and my stay on the white island.