It's 50 days left till an airplane whisks me away...that's 7 short weeks. I have a half built touring bicycle, most of my gear and a whack of nerves that are building by the day. If I thought screaming would make a difference, I'd probably switch my tactics from deep constant breaths to pitchy bellowing.
I came across this swing...it perfectly summed up current feelings. Fingers tightening when the ground disappears, heart pounding, daring to hang on not knowing if you'll make it back. There are so much ahead to discover, to learn, to know. I am lucky to have the strength to seek out the world alone.
