I'm sitting in my room, amidst boxes suitcases and random things strewn around. It feels like the world has been pulled from right under my feet, chucked into a washing machine and returned to me in a bit of a mess - and I have to say that I'm absolutely loving it this way. Any semblance of a routine has been tossed out the window, I'm sleeping on a bed with only half of my bed linen on and I've lost all track of days. Yes, I'm loving every bit of it.
The past month and a half has been a whirlwind of flights and timezones (I've come to believe that if you do enough timezone jumping, everything somehow corrects itself and you end up with none of that horrible jetlag). There's a sense of liberation that comes with being able to just pack your bags and go - no work to worry about, no obligations left, just summer and all its joys. I do my fair share of airport whining (why the wait, why?) but I have to admit that the joys that come with discovering new places is well worth all my gripes about flying. When I was younger, I was convinced that I wanted to work for the travel channel and I think the summer has shown that perhaps my 15-year-old self wasn't so far off the mark.
I was in Eastern Europe recently with a bunch of friends and someone said over a meal that when you travel, you tend to forget how the places look after awhile but you'll always remember how they made you feel - and I thought he got it absolutely spot on. It's also probably why I always find that pictures never tell the complete story. Still, you'll find some links to my travel albums and hopefully you'll get some idea of how in awe I was standing in a ferry at the bottom of the Niagara Falls or how the sight of the Danube River at night just swept me off my feet.
I've got my feet planted firmly on English soil for now, but it won't be long before I'll be off on more adventures and I simply cannot wait.
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