Itchy feet

Being a home-bird at heart, it is all coming as a bit of a shock that I have itchy feet.

It's easy to attribute the reasons why it is the case, but it is most definitely a new sense of purpose.

For the last few weeks, I have an urge to be absolutely and utterly free. Not from Charlie, jst from self-imposed ties, from clock-watching, from making excuses not to, from justifying reasons to do it anyway - all that shite.

A wonderful friend reminded me today, that I have been answerable to someone, for a very long time. When I have sat and thought about it, it is the whole of my life.

I have a little money coming next year, and Charlie will be almost 18 (shock and awe!), and I have no option it seems, than to spend it on an adventure. It is a compulsion at present, and my time is becoming increasingly occupied with the idea.

My friend Colin did much the same thing a few years back - just joined a 'caravan' in Africa. He came back 3months later, a new man.

For me I think it will be somewhere like Sri Lanka or India. Somewhere I can escape. Somewhere that will be a challenge to every sense I have. Or maybe Australia.

This time next year, the world will be my oyster. What a strange and frightening thought!

I will be heading towards 37 when the time comes, and I welcome that. Another year wiser, more prepared.

So my hearty's, if I'm not driving you all potty with my excitement this time next year, please remind me that we are all a long time dead!