Yesterday I booked the first flight.
Today I formally handed in my notice.
Yeah.
Now it has to happen.
Remember how I was a little bit freaked out about this trip being six months away? Definitely freaked out now.
Not by the cost, or the planning or even the thought of spending a year travelling (mostly) on my own.
It's the fact that it's real now. It has to happen. No going back. Of course, I could retract my resignation, I suppose, but where’s the fun in that?
So it’s going ahead. The flight is booked to take me to Iceland on June 13th. It leaves at 6:30am so I’m going to be knackered, but it does mean I’ll get to spend most of the day actually in Reykjavik. Hurrah.
That first booking was also a bit terrifying. I don't know... telling my manager I'm leaving was weird enough, but booking the first flight means I have to at least start on this trip. You never know, I might get to Iceland and freak out and decide I want to come home, but because it's booked, I have to go.
It keeps hitting me at work that this is actually happening. I catch myself smiling for no reason or the iconic theme from The Lord of the Rings will suddenly start playing in my head. I've been planning this for so long and now it's only a few months away.
It's going to be amazing.
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| I'm going on an adventure! |
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