Wow, 4 weeks to go! This time in 28 days I’ll be in the middle of Kent, on my way to Dover, probably trying to sleep. I imagine I’ll be thinking about the road ahead, about adjusting to my new way of life, and remembering all the great people at home I’m leaving behind.
This idea for cycling around the world started as a tiny seed, a fanciful idea, made possible, and I thought somehow necessary, by various strands of my life coming together, and an unhappiness at the path my life seemed to be taking. As the plans have grown, and matured to a point where I’m almost ready to leave, I realise my life has changed. Now I’m happy in London, with the best of friends that will be difficult to leave, and a good job I’ll have no problem walking away from. The trip now seems, somehow, trivial and selfish. I always thought that when I left I would have a sense of satisfaction, of finally leaving the UK, and ‘escaping’. Now the opposite is true. I’ll be sad to leave, to say goodbye with no idea how long (months, years) before I get to say hello again. The UK, and London, no matter how much I moan about it, really is the one of the Greatest countries and cities in the world. I’m looking forward to the journey ahead, to the adventure and excitement, the ups and downs (emotionally the ups more than the downs, literally cycling though, the downs more than the ups!).
I’d like to take this opportunity to say a heartfelt thankyou to everyone I know for being there and supporting me and saying ‘you can do it’ instead of the more reasonable, realistic and quite honestly expected ‘don’t be so silly’. I want to say thankyou and sorry to anyone (which is everyone) who had to put up with my incessant talking about the trip. Before this post gets a bit Gwyneth Paltrow-esqu, I’ll finish by saying I’ll miss everyone, and please keep in touch.
4 weeks. So close. So much already prepared. So much more to do.