If Not Now When. I guess the hardest decision was actually making the decision to go, to travel for such an extended period of time that is. Once the decision was made I felt so much better. But it was a hard decision to give up work for a year, the comforts that I know, the uncertainty, the daily routine that I have become accustomed to. Even if the daily routine had become filled with frustrations as of late. So, yes the decision to go traveling is most definitely not easy.
Time to sell everything
I looked around my house. There was an accumulation of so much materialistic stuff. There had to be a cull. I sold the vast majority of my belongings, I just didn’t need nor want them anymore. I rented a small storage shed for personal belongings that either meant something to me or would be sorely missed when I return. Some people call it de-cluttering, I’m sure I’m not the only one with too much stuff. Made some handy money in the process, seems recycling is alive and well.
Work is finished for the year, my bike and gear is packed and I’m sitting at Darwin airport, a place I’ve visited more times than I care to remember. I’m escaping the tropical heat, which I love, however, as of the last couple of weeks has transformed into cooling, monsoonal storms. I love this time of year for its unpredictability, natures raw energy, it has a way of letting us know that we are not in charge as much as we like to think.
For my last day I went down to the Darwin Harbour to have one last look at the Monsoonal storms. They inundated the tropical northern coastline, as they do at this time of year. A combination of 8.1 metre high tides and Monsoonal storms created erosive waves that pounded the shoreline. I’m not the only one living here who appreciates this kind of weather. A fair old crowd gathered to watch the carnage.
I will miss the tropics, but I’m looking forward to the adventure that awaits.
So, If not now when……………..