The last few months have been absolutely crazy, actually the whole year has been nuts but I think that's how most people would describe 2016. I somehow started off in January flying to Greece with a couple of friends looking for land to build a hostel on, to quitting my job in December and moving back home to Hull in order to get stuck in to my project.

What started as a pitch to the CEO, directors & my departments staff at work during our innovation away day, morphed into this idea. This thing seemed good and everybody seemed to love this idea, but it didn't get the traction needed. Then it started keeping me awake at night, borderline obsessive.

The first Friday after my plan was the beginning of the end. I went to the end of the Google News search for several key words, including one which produced 96 pages of results, and read every relevant article. Overall I went through well over 200 pages of news results, only pausing to make cups of tea, fetch food, and sleep. Before I knew it was 3am on Monday morning and I was up for work in a few hours.

The next month I was a mess, trying to rally as much information as I could, as well as face up to some bigger life choices. The highs and lows of how my ideas evolved, and I hit minor (and sometimes non existent) bumps in the road had me going from nearly vomiting with worry, to literally shaking with excitement. Luckily Andrei & Robbie were also interested in the product and got stuck in with helping, but if they did anything at all it was stopping me having a mental breakdown several times a day. I feel kinda bad for the constant messages I sent them 24/7.

Around this time my landlord announced we all had to be out of the house by New Years Day, which was a huge emotional blow. Even though I'd half made up my mind to move back home, now it was 3/4 made up

My family loved the idea after I explained what I was going to do whilst back for the weekend. Although not exactly ecstatic with the idea of me leaving my job without another one lined up, the potential was clear enough and they were behind me. Bouncing around, getting ready to head back home to London, I was thinking of what to say to my company. The whole idea seemed very exciting, and with Christmas coming up it was going to be great being back at home.

As I was about to leave Hull for the journey back to London, I found out that my Grandad might not be well, and that put to rest any doubt about coming back home. 100%, time to do this

I really didn't want to resign, I really liked working at wnDirect. I learnt a hell of a lot, and wouldn't mentally have been in a place to undertake this without my time spent there. Also my colleagues, in particular the senior ones, were so helpful with feedback and offers of help. A few (joke) hissing sounds aside, it was all positive and they knew my reasons.

I didn't really know what to expect on my last day, but it was definitely an emotional one. I don't think anybody saw that coming. Somebody was chopping onions.

Coming back we hit the ground running, after so long Skpying it was a relief to be able to speak face to face.