Arkwright used to stand outside his shop of an evening in Open All Hours (topical reference for the kids there) and muse about it being a "funny old day". Well it's been a bit of a funny old week really. First there were the last days at work for both of us, obviously high emotion on my part at the thought of not needing to worry about emergency telephones on motorways for 6 months. Then came the moving out of the house and saying cheerio to our cats, and now we're surrounded by a mass of Gore-Tex and lightweight polyester and a couple of rucksacks wondering how the hell that's going to last us for our time away.
We've caught up with a lot of people over the past couple of weeks and enjoyed many a good meal and drink and as a result the fitting of all our new fancy kit is now a little tighter and more restrictive than it was when purchased. One of the main questions that has been asked though is "Are you excited?". To be honest we've no idea what we're feeling at the moment. We're both pretty shattered after the hectic run up to now and I don't think the fact that we're now not going to be doing any meaningful work (enter your own "when have you done any meaningful work" jibes here) until March next year and that we've basically got this fantastic opportunity to go and see some more of the world and hopefully find out a bit more about what we want from it has really sunk in. I'm not sure that it will on Saturday when we fly off from Heathrow and arrive in Halifax and I'm not sure it will in the first week either. It might take until the third week when we fly from Toronto and aren't flying home to make us realise that we're away. Don't get us wrong we're looking forward to this more than anything we've done, probably including the wedding, but it's such a strange feeling that it's not hit home yet exactly what we're doing.
So the plan from here is to spend the next day and a half trying to cajole our kit into our rucksacks, tie up a few loose ends and then make our way to lovely Terminal 3 on Saturday morning. We should be landing in Halifax just before 3pm so with any luck we should be in downtown Halifax enjoying a beer no later than 6! My birthday's on Monday when we pick up a car and head off into the wilds of Canada. For those wondering on the age I'm still in my very early thirties and will be 32!
We're going to try and post something on here once a week or 10 days and will put some photos up as well, if the weather is awful though we reserve the right to lie and not show any photos at all. Strap yourself in and here we go...
The final week's 24/7:
Jobless, Homeless, Carless. Bring on the travelling!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment