Friday, 29 November 2013
But taking my backpack to the bus stop in the cold early morning of early Finnish winter I felt again that I was travelling.
I spoke to the locals in their language (that I am slowly learning) and after I had seated myself on the bus I began to feel as I have not since I was in Korea. Feeling as I was travelling alone, but in the sence that I only needed to organise myself.
This is a nice feeling that is a mixture of enjoyment of exploration and the confidence that comes with competence and experience.
I realised that this was something I hadn't done since Anita and I began travelling together. That is not to say that I did not love travelling with her, for I did. We both loved travelling together and going on journeys together.
But it was different because there was a sence of responsibility that I always had. Responsibility to look after and protect her. Not that she couldn't look after her self! Far from it. But it wasn't just myself I needed to think about.
So my trip today is the first day I have found my old self in some ways. As if to say something to me, the sun has come out too, after a long time of dull and sleeting windy weather.
As I bob up and down on this sea of turmoil there are days that the decks clear of water and I no longer feel like I am sinking.