Leaving on a jet plane


If I could capture these emotions right now I would bottle them. I’d sort them into one hundred tiny jars and keep them stored with labels so I could select the right one at any given time.

“Excitement, happiness, fear, sadness, overwhelmed, grateful.” The categories would read on.

It’s been a whirlwind year or so. From an unexpected pregnancy, moving home for the first time in almost 10 years, and meeting the little love of my life. Watching my mother become a nana, my little brother an uncle. I wouldn’t change a second of it.

Each moment has defined the person I am today and is helping me to shape the tiny human beside me who is trying to hit the delete button as I type with one hand, and wipe her raspberries off the screen with the other.

I haven’t really slept lately but I have managed to pack our lives into bags ready for our world adventure.

Travel is not new to me. I have spent the last decade exploring the globe, searching, loving, and living. But motherhood is a whole new ball game, one I hadn’t trained for, and now I’m about to mix the two.

When I told people about my pregnancy, they told me my lifestyle was over. It was time for me to finally stay home and settle down. Here’s the thing – for some of us, travel is not a phase. It is our lifestyle. It is an addiction. There is never a final destination, just the journey itself.

So here I am again, packing my entire life into the confines of a bag, only taking what I can carry. It’s the same process I’ve done hundreds of times over the past decade. Sentimental things get boxed and stored with mum, everyday needs I take with me, and at the end of it all, a selected charity receives a giant donation of all the beautiful things I cannot hold.

I leave mum a box of prized trinkets like always. There are photographs from different times, people smiling back from different hemispheres, living different cultures, speaking different languages. Some memories make me cry at the hearts I have broken, and those who have broken mine, but I am thankful for all of it. I remember the people I have met, families I have created in the places I have been and the things I have done.

I don’t know what the adventure holds, the people we will meet, the exact route we will take or the timeline. Some pages have rough sketches but the details are blank. To be completely honest with you, I don’t know what I’m doing. I will leave that to the universe and its magic.

I am a little worried? Terrified.

But when I think back to all the times in my life I was this scared, it was always right before the most amazing things happened. Right after I left my comfort zone.

As we head to the airport, we have flights booked to Hawaii, Vancouver, Toronto, and the Cayman Islands. Then we might explore Malta, perhaps Italy or Spain.

I don’t know where we will go after that.

But I do know it will be amazing.

Come with us x

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