As I write this, it’s been a year since the last time I saw my brother David, and I’m on a flight to Australia - paid for with the last of the money he had left to go travelling before he died (I can imagine him fuming that I’ve been given his money!). I knew I’d be emotional today, traveling over 24 hours on my own, on the same day my brother passed. But I didn’t realise quite how much leaving my parents at the airport would affect me. As I sat here alone, thinking, it suddenly occurred to me that this is the first time I’ve flown solo since the day I left David and parents in Brazil, unaware I’d never see him again. It would be easy to say that 2018 was the worst year of my life, and it probably was. But that doesn’t mean good things didn’t happen. But if David’s untimely death has taught me anything, it’s that life is so unbelievably short and you can’t dwell on the shit. You have to get on with your life and be as strong as you possibly can. I started my dream