Travel

I love to travel.

And I’m a home body, I like being at home, in my own space, in my own world, doing whatever I want including leaving the dishes for 2 days if I want to.

And I’ve never travelled by myself up until December 2015, I’ve traveled with the better half at the time, with friends etc, but not just little ol me, by myself with no-one to bounce any ideas off, no-one to share the fun with.

And I was nervous, scared and just a touch panicked…. why did I think this was a good idea…????

I’ve since done so many things that I never thought I would do, see, experience etc. I’ve been with people in all their stupid, crazy, annoying, awesome, generous glory. I’ve lived out of a suitcase (no back pack here, I am not a backpacker), I’ve played with people 15 years my junior and 35 years my senior. I’ve discovered new amazing friends, we’ve shared experiences that no-one back home will ever understand or get.

I maybe you could say I’m a tad addicted. And I still have the pull to have my own space, my own home. I’ve yet to figure out how to do both simultaneously. When I’ve figured it out, I’ll let you know.