Three years ago today I was on a plane to New York. I was both excited and scared. I had no idea what I was going to expect from the next year of travelling, whether I could cope with hostels, if I’d make any friends or travel alone, and what on Earth I’d learn from the experience.
It seems like a decade ago.
Let’s take a look back at a blog from just before I set off:
“I’ve been feeling a strange mixture of massive excitement, a bit of sadness and a little fear.
It’s really odd not knowing what’s coming. This is so much bigger than anything I’ve ever done and so it’s really difficult to contemplate. I mean: I’m not coming back to England for A YEAR.
That’s insane.
What’s great though is that I know this is the right thing to do. Where I was in my life wasn’t where I wanted to be and I’ve felt like I’ve been treading water for years now… so this is me doing something about it.”
In some ways I feel sadness when I look back at this. I would love to be back there now ready to do it all all over again. Also, being 26 would be quite nice :-)
In other ways, though, I’m just really happy. Happy that I had the guts to do it, happy that I met so many ace people and happy that I am now able to use my experiences in travelling to help me with stories for an upcoming project, which I hope will take me on some all new exciting adventures. More about that in future, I’m sure.
But for now, best get back to work as my lunchbreak’s almost over.
Happy Anniversary, Squage!
Pat
Feeling: Sad and happy all at once. Sappy, you could say. Ah.
Song in Head: The Postal Service – Such Great Heights (Wooh another great thing about travelling is that Kate, who I met in New Zealand, introduced me to this band. Wooh!)