1: Good friends catching up in my last hours before flight. 2/3: A lovely message from my wonderful niece.
People don’t realise what’s involved for someone giving everything up and heading off into the unknown. It’s all ‘awesome’, ‘wow’ or ‘sssooo amazing’. I finally bought my ticket to India 5 days ago after spending a long time amending my plans due to monsoon season and crap timing on my behalf. Amongst all the excitement, I’d been packing up and readying to leave my flat but it was a hard few days!
I say hard because not only did I find myself packing up things I’d completely forgotten about but I was simultaneously trying to ensure all my official stuff was done too and trying not to worry about EVERYTHING. Then there’s the emotional side, the one most don’t consider. Choosing to sell everything, trying to plan a trip and preparing isn’t an easy job. And once you have a grip on that, you can throw in the realisation that funds are on the decline each day, then mix that in with soon being without a home to run back to if things go wrong and it all starts to become a bit scary!
Don’t misunderstand me here, I’ve had days of wonder and excitement but making the big move for my second journey has literally had me terrified and I’ve really had to face my fears head on this time. Yes, choosing to ride Portugal on my own with little knowledge of the terrain ahead is a bit bonkers and some may say that ‘it should be ok this time because I’ve done this before’, but this time is very different because I’m actually leaving home.
(The above words I wrote a couple of days ago and I now publish this from my hostel in Delhi. Unfortunately my last few days were hectic with no time for any web malarkey).