Put me on my death bed right now and I would spend most of my time snivelling and trying to get sympathy. In between, if you were silly enough to ask, I would probably recount my life in journeys. Student debt to solvency, single to happily married, starting points, turning points, aspirations. You know, the big stuff. I might not mention which particular diet fads worked or didn't work. I may not remember that mistake I made at work which was not significant but for which I spent nearly an entire week mentally crippling myself. I would definitely not care whether on Tuesday 24 August 2003, someone had remembered to put the bins out.

And yet on a daily basis approximately 90% of my energy is ploughed into just those issues and the bigger picture is....well, a bit over pixelated.

This is fine, I reason. And perfectly rational. What is important however is not to let stuff I won't remember prevent me from finding the time to create the memories I will cherish.

And so....operation no regrets. Beginning with a travelling adventure. Eleven months, eleven counties, two backpacks, myself, my husband and the odd mosquito along for the ride.

Friday, 27 February 2015

Forgot What Did

We are back in our wood cabin. We do silly little administrative duties like dropping off our laundry, banking, confirming flight plans and hotels for when we move to Australia on Tuesday. We begin to reply to a myriad of emails. I lose myself with Neville the Novel. We pick up a top I have ordered. We book coaches and trains between Melbourne and Sydney. We eat.

Nothing much else happens. 

Is it OK to say just that?
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