Somewhere in the depths of this site I’ve stated that “the only cost to really consider, is time”. Well, even though I lost my job in mid-April and I don’t start The Trail till June 30th (ignore the sidebar), I’m starting to realise just how precious time really is. It’s like my whole life is being compressed on a daily basis, tick-tock, tick-tock. The departure date is now embedded in me, and it appears as a dividing wall in my psyche. My current life on one side. My new life on the other.
In reality I don’t have to plan much more, all I have to do is sling some rags in a bag and buy some insurance. Add that to a couple of tickets, a passport and some visas and I’m hot to trot. The thing I’m not looking forward to, is The Goodbye. I’ve never been good at them, and never will be. A swift hug, pat on the back, kiss on the cheek and I’m outta here, with just a wink and a smile to leave by the wall. Continue reading ‘Can’t wait to say goodbye…’
