The start of a journey is always filled with excitement and giddiness. It's often late at night or early in the morning when warm beds are traded for long car drives. Where the only evidence that you are moving forward on the black ribbon road is the white lines that speed towards you... and then past...
The start of a journey often has bitter sweet emotions. Sadness for what is being left behind. An unquenchable thirst of curiosity for what lies ahead, where the road has turned from black to charcoal grey and the white lines start gliding past at a much more leisurely pace.
My journey started almost 5 years ago when I did my first scuba diving course. I didn't realise (and perhaps wasn't prepared for - who ever is?) what the universe had in stall for me. I was a young girl, scared of her own voice... who spoke in whispers when she chose to speak at all.
I had grown and lived and loved and hurt and got hurt whilst all the time not realising that I was, indeed adventuring and learning to laugh. All of this was interwoven with moments of breathing under water.
In the past year the white lines of my journey has accelerated at an alarming speed, filling my life with so many lessons, experiences and moments filled with magic as well as sorrow.
And it's brought me to this moment. The eve of embarking on one of the biggest journeys of my life. On my chest of drawers there is a brand new passport... with 26 empty pages waiting to be filled with memories and adventures, with laughter and love, sorrow and disappointment, excitement and dancing... always the dancing... All of this while I'm 'caution-thrown-to-the-wind, kick-off-your-shoes-and-dance-in-the-rain, fill-each-moment-with-all-consuming-passion', living!
