August 14th 2016

Today marks one year to the day since Alice and I left for travelling. On August 14th 2015 we got on a train to Paris and began a three month interrailing journey around Europe. In 12 weeks we visited 13 countries and 25 cities during what I consider to be the greatest period of my life. For a quarter of a year we ticked off cities, and art galleries, and famous sculptures, and views, and architecture, and we ate a lot of food and I drank a lot of coffee.

A year on and the quarter ahead of me involves only the latter of that list. Instead I have to tick off projects, and objectives, and tasks, and KPIs, and KMHs, and I made that last one up but you get the point. That’s not to say that I’m any unhappier now than I was a year ago, though. (and I’m not just saying that because my boss reads this blog) I’m just in a different part of my life now.

For the three months following August 14th 2015 travelling was my life. My only responsibility was navigation, and my only worry was calculating how many more days we could afford to stay away for. Now, work is my life and I have proper responsibilities and worries. We’re going to start renting our first house soon. I have to figure out how to take meter readings and hoover. These were worries that I was no where near thinking about a year ago, in fact, they were the last thing I was considering. But I had that time, and I loved it. But now I’m we’re in a different chapter of my life our lives.

And I’m sure Alice would say that she wishes that we could go away again, and I do too, but that was then and this is now. Now we have new adventures to be excited about. And we both love to travel, and it’s not inconceivable to say that we might do it again one day. But right now, our adventure involves going to work, and going home to the house that we share. And that doesn’t sound adventurous, or exciting, but it is. Because it’s new, and it’s grown up.

There are different types of adventure.

  1. 1.
    an unusual and exciting or daring experience.

This is just an adventure in life. Because it’s unusual. It’s exciting. It’s daring. And that counts, we’ll just be less tanned and more financially stable at the end of this adventure. And perhaps a normal person would not count financial stability and pale skin as grounds for an adventure, but I’m a little different. It’s an adventure into adulthood, and into life.

Until tomorrow, I can’t wait to get started.



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