This is in exert from the start of a travel journal I wrote in 2008. I have many travel journals and hope to use them to create my own book one day.
The countdown is on – only two sleeps until we fly out.
It’s been exactly three years since I returned to my home town, Perth, from my 9 1/2 month adventure in Europe and UK – the stress of running out of money in Europe, the insanity of working and living in a crazy English pub which at times was cut off from civilisation due to floods, meeting some not-to-nice people, whilst also making some fabulous long term friends and getting to know my beautiful English family.
I ended up skulking home not really wanting to return to Perth – but knowing that I needed to come home, and that I was doing the right thing (damn my conscience!). I hadn’t planned to be ‘home’ long, I know that much. I had come home to see my family, and to deal with what I had left behind – a lovestruck boy whom had waited patiently for me whilst I had gone off ‘to find myself’.
The strangest things happen when you least expect it…life, love, living…
Three years later and I am FINALLY heading back to Europe, be it only for 4 1/2 weeks. This time I’m heading over there with my sister, Eloise, and my ‘new’ partner Denis in tow. What makes this really exciting is that they are ‘virgins’. Denis has only been to Bali, and Eloise hasn’t even been out of the country. It’s so very exciting.
I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when we land in Roma (after we have initially gotten over the jet lag, over-tiredness, and the wanting to kill each other stage).
I also can’t wait to see my English family again. I miss them so much. And my friends…It’s really hard having your best friends scattered around the world, and not within reach in the same town. It does give you even more of a reason to get out there and see the world though!
But most of all I can’t wait to walk the streets of Roma, rediscovering the ruins, losing my breath viewing ‘la pieta’ and the Cistine Chapel once again. And then exploring the food, art and people of Paris – the one place in the world I have felt most alive.