ESKETIT? (Aka, let’s get it!)
Tomorrow (Past tense, this was drafted a month ago eep!) I’m jet setting away from the humble abode in beautiful Golden Bay. I won’t be home for a minimum of 12 months, likely longer. More excited than nervous, with a half empty suitcase and what feels like far too little considering I’m gone so long. Yet every eager traveller knows that you pack the same amount for a two week trip as you do a 12 month one, pro tip.
That’s one of the epic things about travelling, you realise how little you need to survive. Whenever I come back from a trip like this I often find that I do a big cull out, it’s great for the introduction of your new-found self in a now outdated surrounding. Although in saying that, I haven’t left the nest for this duration in one hit for a long time… Not since I was 19 to be exact. I blame the ownership of my business, tying me down in my early 20’s to a rather gigantic responsibility. No regrets, as I learnt a lot about myself throughout that time and now I feel comfortable within myself to simply sit alone in a noisy space and watch the world go by. In fact, I already do it here at home. One of my favourite pass times is simply sitting at Cave, sipping on a deep red and people watching, writing, reading… I'm very comfortable alone, to say the least.
I don’t really have an itinerary, just some places I’d like to roam and people I can’t wait to squeeze. That’s my favourite way to travel, simply see where the wind blows me. If I like a certain place, I stay a little longer, if I hate a place, I leave. I’ve never enjoyed being a ‘tourist’. I have very little interest in ticking off the Instagram worthy list of things to see and places to eat. I enjoy embedding myself into a community, meeting locals and going to the places you’d never know about if you only passed through for a day or two. Being a coffee nerd makes it mandatory to spy on every local brew in every corner of everywhere I land. These coffee shops are often where I find sparks of inspiration to continue writing my forever expanding first book (a never ending and daunting quest). But seriously… how could I ever be bored?!
Nowhere I have to be. No responsibilities.
No obligations to anyone or anything.
Travelling alone is such a blessing in that way and let’s just say… I cannot fucking wait and I can happily say with zero guilt that I deserve this trip right now. In fact I’ve been waiting a solid 2+ years for this moment, wild. My life will likely get more serious in the future years. Nearing closer to my 30’s is the season I see children, a serious mum and dad era (lol, is what it is, always wanted kids eventually) and never-ending renovations on the new humble abode. Yet for now, I’m more than happy to have the home rented and forget about those future responsibilities.
This is a very finite window I have to go be a bit reckless, break hearts, smoke darts and create more stories. A window to determine whether my current home is in fact the place I want to be, or maybe I find somewhere else that calls to me. Maybe I discover a new career path or opportunity that pulls me away from where I thought I wanted to be. It’s an exciting conjunction and I’m so totally here for it! Don’t get me wrong, I love my home and my potential future, yet I also love a little challenge to test the water and be 100% sure before diving deeper. Not everyones cup of tea, but hey this is just me!
Anywho, adios GB! See you on the flip side!