The ‘One Year To Go’ Mark
Since watching these videos for the first time about an hour ago, I have gone back and watched them at least another ten times. Every single time a massive smile creeps across my face.
One year. That’s all, guys and girls: ONE YEAR. One year until I am on the move. When I think about it my heart threatens to burst with excitement and I can feel those little creases forming in the corners of my eyes. When I lived in Malta and my life was an endless, boring routine, the thought of having to wait an entire year for something to happen would have been enough to drive me insane. But now … now I know that one year is going to go by in a flash. Well, maybe a drawn-out flash at times, but I just know that in the time it would take to learn to say ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ in Greek, I will be packing my bags and off to the airport.
Last night there was a woman giving tarot card readings in a bar where I went to meet a few friends and for the sake of doing something different I decided to give it a go. I’ve had a reading before and I can say that she was pretty crap in comparison but the cards were spot on about two things: I spent a long time feeling constricted and stuck in a very small space unable to express myself (16 long years actually!) and am now in an environment where I am learning and growing at an incredibly fast rate; and secondly, the more time passes, the younger I feel. This latter point is something I am actually working on consciously; in an effort to live a more fun and interesting life, I will say ‘yes’ to most things and avoid anything described as ‘mature’ and ‘responsible’ like the plague. It is working fantastically so far.
According to the cards, my thoughts about long-term travel are intertwined with fear at the moment. That’s true enough; travelling solo for the first time would give anyone the willies. However, my plan is definitely going to go ahead and in some ways leaving home will bring me closer to home. That could either mean a return and renewed appreciation of something, or else making a home someplace new. We’ll see!
I just can’t wait until it is my turn to write a ‘Time to Get Going‘ post.
P.S. Please don’t try to call me on the Greek thing. It took memorising 24 pages of Xenophon and Homer over 2 days to get me through my synoptics, and a year and a half to recover from the trauma.