Yesterday it hit me: I'm doing this. I mean, I'm really doing this. Surrounded by boxes and emptied drawers, I glanced nervously over at the backpack in the corner of my studio apartment. In a few short weeks, almost all of my possessions go into storage and that backpack has to hold everything I'm taking with me to Europe for at least three months. Everything. For some, this might not be a problem, but I'm the girl who once took 11 pairs of shoes on a 6 day beach trip. My backpack probably won't even fit five pairs of shoes. What am I going to do? Obviously not take a lot of shoes.
Indeed, I'm about to experience the simple life - the life of a nomad. I never thought I would yearn so badly to be homeless (well, houseless... Charlotte will always be home), but it's been on my mind constantly for the last year. Now the time is quickly approaching for me to leave all things familiar and see what's out there and what I'm really made of. If my backpack can change me into a light packer, there's no telling what many months of wandering Europe on my own will do.
Where will I go and what will I do after those three months? At this point, your guess is as good as mine. Stay tuned....
Indeed, I'm about to experience the simple life - the life of a nomad. I never thought I would yearn so badly to be homeless (well, houseless... Charlotte will always be home), but it's been on my mind constantly for the last year. Now the time is quickly approaching for me to leave all things familiar and see what's out there and what I'm really made of. If my backpack can change me into a light packer, there's no telling what many months of wandering Europe on my own will do.
Where will I go and what will I do after those three months? At this point, your guess is as good as mine. Stay tuned....
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