The Anticipation

It’s been a long time since I last used my backpack and for months it has been resting ever so quietly under my bed. Today I finally pulled it out, brushed the dust off, and began to think about what I should fill it with for my upcoming trip. I thought of the practical things, socks, toothpaste, shampoo… but there is something else I’ve packed without realizing it.

Anticipation.

In 4 days, I am heading to Ireland for the first time. It will be my first passport stamp of the year, and my first time leaving the country in almost eight months. I feel like a bird who is about to be released from its cage, a fly who has just untangled itself from a spider web, and for the next nine days, I will be free.

The anticipation for my rtw trip this June is somewhere in there too, small at the moment, but steadily growing. As I embark on my first trip of the year, I can’t help but think of this quote too.

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Reading those words, I am beginning to realize how happy I feel for actively choosing to live a life without regret, a life that I don’t need to escape from.

So, what am I going to do on the Emerald Isle?

I have deliberately planned as little as possible. I have a plane ticket and a train ticket and right now my only plan is to enjoy myself, and let the wind (and weather) decide where I should go. I am also leaving my computer behind and will write only in a journal. In the end, I think I will probably end up some place quiet, on the edge of a windy peninsula or in a pub somewhere with really good soup.

I can’t wait.

What do you think? How do you prepare for an upcoming trip?

 

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