The First Step

It was probably the most crucial of all steps I took, the first. When it came to traveling, I had dreamed and dreamed. I had scoured over maps, seen the documentaries, fallen in love with David Attenborough and lost my mind a few times since my last adventure overseas. Many a plans had been made and come to naught, falling through the cracks of a life that changes paces and a mind that changes focus. But to book the ticket, to sit down and say 'Fuck it All' and to finally see those glistening numbers on the screen of YOUR flight, to any destination of your choosing. It is truely a magical moment and you literally feel the ground shift below your feet and now begins the race to catch up with your wildest fantasies.

So as I sit here, amongst the rubble of a room I have kept my own for the past 2 or 3 years, I contemplate far too many things to keep to myself. All those stupid things that you store in your room and to even comprehend how to put it all on your back. What to take? What to throw? What to treasure to make sure that it, like the plans you have made in the past, don't fall through the cracks of a busy life. Alot to take in sitting on the floor of some 1970's esque house, with the grooved wall paper, diamond studded roof and carpet that holds so many secrets I would prefer to sit on a blanket than feel it against my skin, and all this with the stifling heat that the house holds. I new today was one of those 'I will do it tomorrow' days.

So much to take in, and in anticipation of so many thoughts running through my head on my adventures I am going to blog alittle about my trip and experiences. Whenever I can find a computer or hold a sentence together in a reasonable fashion.

It is 25 days and counting. My room is packed, my bag is not. My friends I have not said goodbye to, mostly because I am scared to admit how much I will miss them. My loose ends have not been tied up, and all I can do is sit in excitement. I am going to freeze!