Every journey has to start somewhere... and so we're starting here. Sitting at the computer starting at the beginnings of a new blog.
Talking with an old friend yesterday we agreed that this moment, before you board the plane, before you even drive the airport is that perfect starting moment that we too often rush past in our anticipation of the journey to come. It's that moment before you open the present, or meet a new girl. That perfect moment when the possibilities are before you and the baying of normal life has been shut out in the shed.
You're checking your bags, fussing around over the odds and ends you'll pack... 4 tee shirts? or 3? these decisions take on an importance that you never thought possible in the context of every day life.
I find it all rather surreal actually, I live in the moment so often that it's hard to imagine that I'm going to be walking around in York or Paris. They seem abstract.
It's a privilege for me to be able to travel like this - unencumbered by work and with the children being looked after by my wonderful parents. I cannot thank them enough.
Anyway, tomorrow we'll be travelling to the airport at the early hours of the morning and from there we'll be swept along by the mighty Emirates machine until we are deposited in Gatwick Airport. As I sit here feeling slightly too hot I know when I walk outside to pick up that car - I'm going to be thinking that Sydney, Australia is a long way away. Physically and mentally.
See you there.
..dateline 13th March 13. 20.24 Sydney time..
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