I have just done something that has left me sitting here feeling incredibly nauseous and is probably completely insane. But I am also filled with a sense of adventure and an overwhelming appreciation of a future filled with the unknown. That’s me being Pollyanna, because another voice in my head is telling me I am bat-shit crazy.
After much pondering, obsessing, backwards and forwarding, internal monologues, a millions reasons why I shouldn’t and a brain muddled by objections I have just booked plane tickets for myself, Archie and Rissie.
In 6 months we fly to Boston, 3 months later we fly to Costa Rica, 3 months later we fly to Italy, 3 months later we fly to Thailand and a full 12 months later we fly home.
4 continents in 12 months.
With 8 year old twins.
And a laptop.
It all makes perfect sense.
To top it off after paying for the tickets I am officially broke! Why have I done this? There are a million reasons but basically I am in a pretty unique position to do this. I am single. The kids are young and will be easy to school on the road. I have freelance work that allows me to travel on the road. I am craving travel and I want the kids to get a taste for the wonderful world out there.
The start of this year has been a strange one and I have had lots to think about. What amazes me though is how hindsight is an incredible thing. When we can look back, the bad and tragic things that have happened in our lives often lead to amazing new opportunities.
An awfully sad separation and divorce lead me to an incredible job as a pastry chef in a wonderful place called Bumbles where I learnt so much about cooking. Without the separation I would never have come to Tenterfield.
Without being in Tenterfield I would never have found my home or been able to buy my very own cottage.
A devastating diagnosis of MS lead to a resilience that I had no idea I was capable of. Without that diagnosis I would never have embarked on a food journey and started my blog and realised what I wanted to do when I grew up.
A terribly toxic work situation that made me lose faith in human nature for a while, lead me to a position where I am working successfully as a freelance writer and consultant. Without having freelance work I would never be able to embark on this crazy adventure.
Doors opening and closing – it is amazing
I feel like I have so much to do in the next six months. Thankfully, my biggest worry was the animals and I think I have the solution for my dogs and chooks to have their own 12 months holiday. But in the meantime I have to sell everything I possess including Ruby the little red beast. I have to sort out what happens with the kids schooling. I have to rent out my house. What I can’t sell or won’t sell I have to store. I can actually think of a million things to do. 6 months and counting.
Nothing is organised for the year, I have no idea what I am going to do, where I am going to go apart from my arrival and departure cities. America is a safe haven as my dear friend and food inspiration guru Strach lives there. Costa Rica scares the hell out of me but it will be cheap. Italy is because I once stupidly told my boss in the UK that I would not go to Italy for a conference as I was waiting to go for love. Not the love I imagined, but I am going now for the love of my kids, for food and for the whole idea of an adventure. South East Asia because it scares me but I am hoping it will be cheap.
The next 6 months will be filled with a million different things as I prepare to depart with the kids and my laptop.
I know without a doubt that it will be an unforgettable adventure, even if it scares the hell out of me.
Am I certifiably insane? I really, really hope not.