Its been a while since writing, and the months have rushed by in a blink. We have given notice on our house, mobile phone, internet, utilities, and have started to rid our lives of the crap accumulated over the last 10 years. Organising shipping of selected personal belongs, sending bags of clothes to charity shops, selling stuff online as well giving away to friends all confirms in our heads the enormity of this life adjustment.
Its sinking in. Our journey is about to start and there’s an uncomfortable anxiety (or is it excitement?) that is beginning to overwhelm me. My mother has always said that I get too comfortable, and that’s most likely the reason I feel the way I do. I’ve been living in London now for over 11 years, and every year for the past 10 years I’ve always said ‘I’ll be home in 12 months!’.
I’ve always been a procrastinator as well – disguised on my CV as ‘works well under pressure’. So in all honesty, much more should have been done that what already is. I’m ignoring the needs of clearing the house and focusing on the trip; predominantly the gear and making sure we have everything needed – the coffee maker dilemma being one. Time has been spent on updating the website, making a few videos, and being even more distracted by the Spring Cycling Classics. The house is a complete mess.
I’m guessing that this ‘feeling’ will disappear the minute we are on the road, but I have to put up with it for another few weeks. In the meantime, the dentist calls.