Last full day at home before I fly away for the better part of June. I am mostly packed. I have a few last wee things to pick up, lunch with a friend, and my last bass lesson until fall. Then, one last night in my own bed, and tomorrow I’m off.
It still only feels half real. Well, may 2/3 real now, having looked at my bank balance. Whatever. It’s only money, and worth nothing until you use it.
I’m looking forward to waking up each morning and saying, “Where to next?” And then watching the answer unfold through the day.
I’m looking forward to meeting new people, discovering new places, finding out more about myself along the way.
I’m going to miss my wife, just as I did last month when she was traveling through Europe with her daughter. In a different way, and to a lesser degree, I’m going to miss my cat, even if she is a needy asshole a lot of the time.
But these absences will be brief, measurable in days & weeks. That their presence bookends my journey is a sign of immeasurable good fortune.
I am incredibly lucky to have the life I have, and to be able to walk (or fly & ride) away from it for a time. Most people are not nearly so fortunate. Some may have more money, but few can really claim to be richer.
One more thing I’m looking forward to: meeting up with an old friend in Dublin, at the beginning of both our separate journeys.
Anyway, enough. For now. I’ll write more later. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Wherever that takes me.