Utrecht, 0 kilomters

Sometimes it’s hard to see what’s right in front of you. To actually realize what’s about to happen. I’ve been so busy preparing that I’ve hardly had the time to sit down and let my plans overwhelm me. I’ve been so preoccupied with the small, the concrete stuff I need to take care of that there’s was no room for the nearby, but seemingly abstract future. Which, in turn, might not be so bad at all.

Because, by God, there’s a lot of stuff to take care of. I’ve either sold, thrown away, lend out, or stored everything I own. I’ve been buying gear like you won’t believe. I’ve quit my job, left my home, got insured and been doing all the associated paperwork. Celebrated my thirtieth birthday. Not so much paperwork there.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had those butterflies, those feelings that made my mind boggle, right before falling asleep. That wake you up in an instant. It’s not being scared, it’s more about the uncertainty and the gaping, wide open hole of adventure I’m about to throw myself into.

But I haven’t really had those in the last two weeks.