she's leaving home

For years it was a pipedream, something we spoke about after a few too many wines while in a bout of Vitamin D deficiency. We'll go away someday, we'd say. We'll do it... One day. Maybe.

Then came the responsibilities. Then came the stretches of string coming from our persons that over time had delicately interlaced with the lives we'd set up here. The doubts and the fears. The loves and the livelihoods. 

But now it's actually happening. We're going. 

In five short days, I'll be gone. Into the frenzied ether of the world, to sights and sounds that will shape our future selves. Into the adventure of a lifetime that I've always dreamed of, with two of my beautiful best friends.

It hasn't been easy getting to this point. In the past two months, through a series of events, I've left my flat, left Leeds, left my job, left behind certainty and comfortable stillness.

I remember sitting there by the riverside, feeling the familiar feeling of shortness of breath, the tightness in my lungs. And realising, I need to go. I'd be a bloody idiot not to.

For me, and for us. For what I wish for myself, and for what we could be. 

So, I'm leaving home. I don't know exactly when I'll be back again. I don't know what's going to happen, which is a little terrifying sitting here in North Yorkshire on a freezing March day, but also exhilarating beyond comprehension. 

We're going to Hong Kong, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Malaysia, New Zealand, Australia, Fiji, and the U.S.! A lot of time on the road to learn, grow, reflect and immerse myself in wonderment. To gain perspective, knowledge, and lose the walls I've built with the hard hammer of anxious routine. 

The road is where in the past I've always felt most at home. Moving and shaking, pushing myself, and pulling away from the humdrum. And fuck, you know what? I'm excited!

Stay with me along the way, won't you?