Three years ago today I was on a plane to New York. I was both excited and scared. I had no idea what I was going to expect from the next year of travelling, whether I could cope with hostels, if I’d make any friends or travel alone, and what on Earth I’d learn from the experience.<\/p>\n
It seems like a decade ago.<\/p>\n
Let’s take a look back at a blog from just before I set off:<\/p>\n
“I\u2019ve been feeling a strange mixture of massive excitement, a bit of sadness and a little fear.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s really odd not knowing what\u2019s coming. This is so much bigger than anything I\u2019ve ever done and so it\u2019s really difficult to contemplate. I mean: I\u2019m not coming back to England for A YEAR.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s insane.<\/p>\n
What\u2019s great though is that I know this is the right thing to do. Where I was in my life wasn\u2019t where I wanted to be and I\u2019ve felt like I\u2019ve been treading water for years now\u2026 so this is me doing something about it.”<\/i><\/p>\n
In some ways I feel sadness when I look back at this. I would love to be back there now ready to do it all all over again. Also, being 26 would be quite nice :-)<\/p>\n
In other ways, though, I’m just really happy. Happy that I had the guts to do it, happy that I met so many ace people and happy that I am now able to use my experiences in travelling to help me with stories for an upcoming project, which I hope will take me on some all new exciting adventures. More about that in future, I’m sure.<\/p>\n
But for now, best get back to work as my lunchbreak’s almost over. <\/p>\n
Happy Anniversary, Squage!<\/p>\n
Pat<\/p>\n
Feeling: Sad and happy all at once. Sappy, you could say. Ah.
\nSong in Head: The Postal Service – Such Great Heights (Wooh another great thing about travelling is that Kate, who I met in New Zealand, introduced me to this band. Wooh!)<\/small><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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