Day 0200

Two-hundred days ago I was here, in my bedroom at my Grandma's, drawing a copy of Leonardo's self portrait. Since I started this project, my Grandma has died, I have travelled around a lot, and I have avoided a lot of adult responsibilities. I haven't come any closer to any of the markers of middle-class adulthood that all of my friends are reaching; I have no house, car, girlfriend, career. I still have an overburdening sense of unease, dissatisfaction and lack of direction. I'm feeling left behind, and I'm feeling I'm missing out on a normal life by wilfully being itinerant and impulsive. I'm thirsty for external validation of some sort.

In the next 800 days:

  • I will grow my business or get a job and earn enough money to be able to buy an apartment in the UK
  • I will work on a portrait for the BP Portrait Award. I want to get my work exhibited
  • I will start to write
  • I will try to be more grateful