I Have To Pinch Myself

It seems unreal, entirely strange. It's hard to wrap my brain around it. This whole journey was something we talked about for so long, something that was planned, and scheduled, and re-scheduled.

A trip, a holiday, a change of life.

Sometimes I thought it would never happen. Sometimes the paperwork, the effort, the money and the time - it just seemed like too much. There seemed to be so many barriers, so many tears, so many disagreements and frustrations. It was a mountain to climb to get here today. A mountain with many footfalls, many trip-ups, many hills.

And now? Now it's actually happening. Now I'm here, living each moment to the fullest, breathing in each experience, filling my lungs with all the living, because this is life right? This exploration, this adventure, this need-to-see-more-do-more-be-more.

The final goal? There isn't one. Because this isn't an adventure that comes to an end. This isn't something that has a final destination, because it is a life, a whole lifetime of exploration.

We've been on this journey for a while now.

Nearly seven weeks ago we left Johannesburg and explored Europe for four weeks (London, St Jean de Luz, Salema, Barcelona, Paris and Edinburgh - see the full journey here). Then I spent two weeks in London, which was just full of amazing experiences.

And now? Well, now we're in New York.

Stay tuned.