It's time to leave again. The goodbye's are all but done. I have one more day of American comforts (though my first stop isn't exactly primative)...There is a cold beer in the fridge, a nice warmth emitting from the central heating as Jimmy Buffett sings some Carribean somba from my friend's ipod. My traveling companion sits at the table pouring over maps, discussing possible stops, interesting facts and other details for a trip that has been years in coming and now sits outside the door with the dawning of tomorrow's day. If I had a nickel for everytime I have answered the question "Are you ready?" I wouldn't be fretting about money so much right now...But honestly there is very little fretting or fear to be found in this room. My mind buzzes with stories that wait to be written, sunsets waiting to be seen and dreams waiting to become reality...
I'm new to "blogging" but an old hand at writing mass emails so hopefully this will save us all a great deal of time. I suppose most of you know me well enough to know that I've dreamed of traveling since my grandmother, Boo, first peaked my interest at a very young age. I first tested my wings in Hawaii - which turned into more of a extended stay in paradise than a short flight out of the nest. Pushed forward by the encouragement of friends, the insistance of my dormant (but not dead) dreams, and a few books found by luck or fate, I finally decided to test my wings yet again - and this time on a much more extended flight.
So along with my trusted companion, I am headed to New Zealand - the land of sheep and shorelines, of Kiwi's and calm. From there we will go where the wind will blow - which at this moment seems to be leaning towards Australia and then on to South East Asia.
I'll lose Ash Wednesday to the date line but by this time on Thursday, Feb. 7th I'll be in Auckland. We have rented a van for about a month to cruise around the north and south islands. We've got nothing to lose and everything to gain....Here's to the journey ahead...
"I wanna dance the tango with chance
I wanna ride on the wire
Cos nothing gets done with dust in your gun
And nobody respects a liar
So goodbye for a while I'm off to explore
Every boundary and every door..."
-- Missy Higgins
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